Armor

I slit
the soft veil of my
thin skin
following the blue lines
now crimson.

Trailing home
to the palm

closed
tightened
fist

I warp
how I remember you.

You

the one who
wears the taste of my
collar bone,
the small of my back,
the taste of
the back of my knees
(now blown)
like yesterday's laundry.

the one who
dabs the scent of my flesh
as unwashed sheets of mornings after
drained of sweat nothings.

Once, you held my palm to your lips
tasting my subtle singularity
hardening to my warmth

Rivers rose
rushing
following
the blue-hue veins back
the hardened, criminal walls of this heart.