Raw

I would like to watch you
drip sweat
in autumn.
Your strands of hair
a waterfall:
rushing, pushing,
wailing,
as your slender body collapses.
If you would
peel
the
layers of your forehead,
face.
The creases behind your chest.
I need to cup your flowing liquids,
I need you to wash yourself in my tears,
and rest for hours-
immersed
in
me.
Slice me
gently,
softly,
and drink my
bitter scent.
Please hit me,
until I am a sacrifice,
until you give me dark, beautiful
brusies.
Until you are raw,
stripped bare;
until you are me.