Kiss me, darling, in the way you kissed her.
Let me taste her perfume;
Let me take it from your neck with my tongue.
I will wash the coral from your white collar,
I will pound her bloody mark away with stones
Until the last streak is gone –
Not even a faint pink will remain.
I will smother your body with mine until,
With each gasp of breath,
Your lungs fill with my scent,
Hard and spicy, strong enough to crush those poison gardenias.
Mediterranean sunlight will spike your brain,
Your olfactory nerves,
And you will forget another scent exists,
Forget you wanted another scent.
So lily-white and plain, like Jersey cream.
Does such a thing appeal to you?
Because I refuse.
You will worship me, my sun-soaked skin,
My dark and brittle hair and eyes.
I will fill your waking moment with obsession,
Or you will take your things and leave.
Lying bastard.
