I can curl myself up in the back of my mind
and Bring my awkward knees to my chest
to crawl to the edges of my subconscious;
This is where I know you.

The taste of your skin,
the smell of your sweat,
the feel of your tongue-rough and feathery
like new suede-lapping the curve of my shoulder.
Here in the corners of my mind,
I've locked our guilt forever.

Your hands on my hips
and my tongue in your mouth
we chose to ignore the girl
who mistakenly thought you were true.

You may choose to forget our sins,
too heavy the weight of infidelity.
But I shall return here,
again and again,
so that I may once more
kiss the inside of your elbow,
and stroke your hardened chest,
and tell you all I know.