when you come home,
i'll turn you inside out
like the way i
peel
my tights off and
spread my legs
to get out of them.

you'll attach your skin
to mine
magnetically
(fuckin' magnets how do they work?!)
and we'll giggle about
my north meeting your south.

i will mark you
like a bad first draft:
gouging your most
tender places and
relishing in your screams.

and when you go out,
you'll wear my scent
stitched into your flesh
haphazardly and oozing
and your internal bleeding
will show the world
who owns you.