11 Washes

Eating your leftovers,
Whatever you’d give me.

I loved the warmth of your mouth,
The feeling of being swallowed whole.

I stuck my tongue
In between your teeth
Like floss.

It’s flesh and saliva,
Sweat and lying.

I’d forget the fog,
Melt back into your skin,
The softness of your neck,
The intimacy of knowing you.

Interlaced eyelashes,
Knitted brows.

You bit me until it hurt,
Eyes flicking up to mine
Checking on my frown
And then forcing it harder.

Smooth shoulders
Neatly tucked into a collared shirt,
The heavy smell of wet rain,
Shower water between lips.

I smeared blood on the tiles
In the shape of an arrow,
Release it like a trigger.

Eleven washes
To get it all
Out of my hair.