New Skin

Such arrogance found in the hands of lovers
who dare unwrap each other
despite their knife nails.
You cut me with your forked tongue so often
I keep a first aid kit tucked behind my excess rib.
We love like gods
reincarnated
and not yet used to these fragile bodies.
We don’t expect this to hurt as much as it does.
And yet
we just can’t help ourselves.

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