I cup my compact like you
cup
my chin when I am tired and scared.
I see myself, my watermarked face
that remembers so little.
there’s the scent of strawberries in the air,
the remains of our last night together.
my lips have turned pinker.
my eyes, too, seek
your heart in your face. I wish I could take
off
all of my make-up, strip us both down,
shape ourselves around each others naked forms -
the triangle of the pelvis, the square of the chest,
the crescents of the breasts -
and lie there,
breathing through each others skin as if through muslin.
I wrap myself, lonely, in the
sound of your heartbeats. love,
I cannot stop myself from hurting you.