Generation of Not Being in Love

after the fifth meeting in the dark
she said she felt a slave to your lips
and your touch after the lights turned
off

she said, she saw your wounds in the luminescence
pouring through the windows that you barred to hide
from the light, no matter how hard
you tried to hide.

she said,

"I am band-aids, wrapping around your skin,
I am n e o s p o r i n, rubmein and embedme in between
your blood."

she swore all the midnight about her
wasn't just a curse, swore that the black on her skin
could be rubbed raw and clean for you, swore
that you could turn off the lights every time you stepped in
if only,

you would stay.

and still you left,
before the sun even rose.