Wanton

I dream of my
red lipstick against your
skin, smearmarks and
vaselineslick
lines tracing bites.

I wish it would
stain you more than it
does, a semi-permanent
tattoo of possession,
a place that speaks

‘I was here’

in the only language
that matters.

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