written on the bus from virginia to missouri, 2-21-12

let me burn.
light the wick and spur my fusion
dig in your nails
and drag the fire along my skin

this is my place of worship,
homage to tooth and claw
sink your teeth in, leave me marked and marred.

this testament to my body - this is my healing.
every mark proof of lust and longing sated,
every tear a path to pure existence

mark me, mar me, lover. leave me souvenirs.
my skin is your proving ground -
yours to claim until i am healed again.

cover me
while you can.