Find You

I have come back to you
and I am sorry it came to this
before I returned,
his name still a bruise upon my lips,
my smile weak and wavering, my fingers
stained red with shame
as the blood oozes out from under
the corners of my nails.
I have turned to you and your desire,
my body open as I spread myself wide,
heart thudding
as you turn off the ignition of the car,
lean over the console and kiss
me hard back into my seat,
the combined heat of our breath
leaving a delicate fog that spreads
across the panes of the car windows,
as I finally allow you to take me over
the edge and swallow me whole
beneath you.
I find you in the back roads,
leaning against the stop sign
of an empty four-way stop,
arms bare beneath the pale sun and boots
muddied by the rain of late November,
grinning with a promise of a secret
and a bite, something more
each and every time I come to you.
Now, as the days peel back slowly,
I find nothing else matters but this,
my body and soul unraveling, limp
and saturated with your scent,
your mark wrapped around the angles
of my skin, the kisses trailing
up under the fabric of my sleeves,
the bite of your teeth imprinted beneath the collar
of my shirt, your ownership of me hidden
from the public's eyes.
I have finally given myself to you
in hopes that you can fix me
now that he is gone.