The day I hauled your couch upstairs,
My knuckle grazed the wall,
Redundant blood on the coarse brick.
Later, noticing the wound,
I showed my fist and said,
"Look. Injured in your service."
You took my hand at once and
Licked away the blood,
Your tongue spread on my hand's back
Like a child's on a bruised peach.
I wanted you forever.
You kissed my chest that night, and
The skin opened like ripe fruit bursting;
You nursed heart's blood, and we were,
In the moment of our love, immortal.