Wolverine And The X-Men #11 Cover
Drawn by me, coloured by Marte Gracia.
I’m going to take the smell of her cooking to the grave,
As well as the way she curls her hips as she stirs,
And winks at me.
I’m going to steal the way she makes love in the mornings before work,
Or on a Sunday morning,
With a heart heavy with sleep, limbs heavy with lust.
I don’t want anyone else to know the way she scowls in her sleep,
Or shouts out ‘FUCK OFF’ when she can’t do up her shoes.
I don’t want to give the world the taste off her tears when she kisses me with resigned anger,
Because the world is too wrinkled and spoilt and her head hurts too much to hold.
I’m going to stain her on my skin,
With a tan on my ring finger that spells ‘hers’,
And a scar above my knee from when we laughed so hard we fell out of bed
But into love
Night after night.
I want her in the messy incomplete sentences of comfort,
Not in the way she presents herself
To everyone else.
vanitas tableau in wax, with one side resembling Queen Elizabeth I and the other, a skull swarming with insects and reptiles (18th century) (via wellcomeimages.org)