(This is a draft. I might edit it later.)

I’ll show you yours, if you show me mine.

The tender spots that blister in the sun

The things you hide even from everyone.

Close shaven what you feel like when the stubble grows in

Corse and raw against my tender lips.

The scars hidden in the seams

I’ll take the stitches out one by one

Holding you together.

Coming undone.

I will shake love from you while the city burns around us.

Taste the ashes of my despair.

And right at the moment complete

I will cling to you as the ground shifts merciless beneath us.