your body is water taking
shape of whatever landscape it rests on.
at night,
you flow around the wounds your lover has.
fill his fissures.
stretch to his borders.
cover the rough of the skin he finds no comfort in.
become his landscape.
the shape of his damage.
in the morning,
you are so starved of love
he shares his shame with you for breakfast.
your belly stores also his sins.
all his secrets.
if your sweetness gives him a toothache
people will ask questions.
so,
he rinses you off his mouth every morning.