Arnica and Cocodemol / Notes I made while feeling down and foggy from pain medication

Bruise me.

Orange juice kisses,
Tender wrists,
Soulful trysts.
Bruise me.

Lacy letters pressed into skin,
Muddy foot prints,
Boys wrapped up in pink.
Bruise me.

You open up your lips,
And it’s all I can hear.
Wrap your fingers around my hips,
Bruise me.

You walk over to me,
And I’m tied up in your shoelaces.
The friction burns will be first degree,
Bruise me.

You hold me and kiss me,
When all I could be worth
Is copper pocket change,
And yellow 
Bruises.

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