Blue Quilt

shivers

because it's cold and I just can't wrap that around me

when I do all I can feel

is the candlelight

when we made love like our lives would end

and they did

i vanished

but when i came back

you forgot about the quilt and

just fucked me wherever

and you threw out the scraps of it i gave you

and smoked out of the rest

so i bought some pretty fabrics

something

and i'm poking holes in it

with a needle

and it's bleeding

but i'm giving it sutures

with pretty purple, yellow, and floral patches

and it smells like an april

when i laid in the grass

and looked at the sky

it's so much warmer without you.

i think i hate you.

but i love this quilt,

since i dry-cleaned out your semen.