Once given
I had clothes on
Or I would have
But the flames consumed them
When she lit me on fire
And the ashes filled
My lungs (I thought
it was a summer cold until
I felt my blistered skin).
As we sat in the near dark
And listened to the metronome of the ceiling fan
In a naked
Room on a naked
Bed in naked
Bodies, she looked up from between
My legs and said
There was something so sterile, so clean
About all of this
And she waved vaguely about
The room.
I felt the spaces
Between my toes
And the air rush in and out of my lungs and
I congratulated myself because
This time I tied it
To a string around
My finger
Before I gave it to
Her
Because I knew it was mine
To give and
I agreed.
— GD
