Bruises

bruises little marks where your fingers dipped into my skin and left that impression strong fingers, yours, touching and pressing and guiding my blood, my heartbeat that heart, that beats to the time set by your own, that quickens when you tap out that pulse don’t think for a moment that I didn’t notice you tapping out my heartbeat the other night ear to my chest like you were listening for a storm you may have heard one, because the way you stir my mind could be likened to hurricanes at the shore soft, sweeping movements of images traipse through everything I think and they are all memories of you alone we together bruises where you bit a little too hard as we moved like honey and milk, together and apart sweet, like every word I think when your eyes are on my mind, watching me with that same, fond sweetness that glazes over your eyes when I tell you what I mean when I told you that I loved you yesterday as much as I will love you tomorrow as much as I will love you three lives from now bruises quietly burning fires where your lips and your teeth were too fierce to leave my skin so pale and blank changing with the time passed every hour from the first leaving my body in days or weeks, antithesis to my heart and my love that remain and are unchanged by time and passing things by bitter moments of hurt and pain that give way to the memory that I am yours there is no memory in the reality you have cemented in me, there is only the constancy of us permanent and constantly inflicting saccharine, tender bruises