Red Scars Shimmer on Your China Skin

Summer is almost over. I count how many days have passed. I check again, surprised. It’s been 5 months and 13 days since I brought you back. And it’s been 13 days since you remembered me. Well, it’s not like everything it’s clear or easy, but you know you love me. When I hold you, now I can feel the love under your skin. Your skin wounded and tainted, for ever. I am tired because you want to make love every day. You should rest, hang out with your friends, see Mickey and the psychologist… you, instead, keep me in here to make love, eating junk food under the blanket on the couch, in front of a horrible movie or to laugh of cicadas. Scars… they must heal and alone I can’t help.
-Good morning ... - you take by surprise, you hug me from behind and sink your head between my neck and my shoulder. I smell your hair and close my eyes feeling my scent on your skin.
-Let's go back to bed? - it’s a languid whisper and my blood is boiling already.