Assignment Two

Your Mark Upon me

Alone in the study
I stand in front of the long mirror
My skirt in my hands at my waist.

Your handprints shine red
On the pale of my skin,
And I cannot stop looking at them.
They glow in the dim light.

Those red hands say:
He comes here,
These are his places,
He does as he pleases.

These curves of my hips,
This round of my bottom,
Are marked like the caves of Chauvet

You asked me
Before you left
As I held my own dripping sex in my hand
“Why do you want to touch me so much?”

And I had no words for you.
Wide eyed
Wanting to drop to my knees and press my mouth to your stinging hand,
Those biting fingers
That pinch and slap.
I wanted to lick the sting away.
And kiss the rawness.
Your palm surely felt.
That palm that left such a sweet reminder,
Of you
Today
On me.