Open Wound

 

Run my fingers through my hair like a lover

Sweat slicing open paper cuts I

Never knew I had or

Forgot about.

Summertime oozing sumptuous,

Another lavish taste of regret to

Wipe from my chin, sticking the pain

Almost lusciously.

Takes two or three showers

And a couple of nightcaps

To work this soaked day into

Something kept succulent.