sierra thoemmes

dis-ease

i offer myself to him in pieces                                                  he tells me my body is stained glass
eyes like a car crash—blueberry bruises—                                                      so he doesn’t mind if
i only know how to destroy myself                                                               he pieces me together
i want to believe in this devotion                               when he traces my tattoos it makes me think
that i’m something worthy                                         i am a holy structure; he utters his reverence
even if the universe deems me illegitimate                           and i believe this could be my forever
even if i hate to exist                                                   i love you he says that is enough
he’s content to watch                                                these purple petals of passion brand his desire
how i break down into particles                                             i drown beneath the taste of his name
if only so he can gather me again                                  it’s a reprise for he fills my lungs with heat
i am a glutton for this man                                               i decide it’s okay, for once, to want more