When in anger you slip into my chest,
You unleash a pain that grows like ivy
And spreads in a hot, poisonous unrest,
Tightening around my flesh masonry.
You scratch and twirl your delicate fingers
Around my trembling branches of ribs
And then splinter each bone twig. You linger
On each nerve, ending. You search in my skin.
Dig down to find my origami heart
Of disjointed angles and let it ache
In your smaller hands. You pull me apart
But between your lips I am yours to take,
Because even though each wound sings you vicious
I still crave the sting of your citrus kisses.