Brain Surgery

Oh,
how he f***s me
violently, ferociously, gloriously
with every sly swerve
every cunning curve
       flashing
through reds and blues and purples
like the shades we only feel in films
and if I had the penetrating hands
I would dissect his every strand
      of muscle memory
because in all those streams
      he sews me tight
it never feels like the first time
      …and he scars me just right