Myocardial contusion

The heart is a four-chamber muscle
about the size of a fist
that sort of looks like
an alien egg sack,
or something,
it's sort of
gross.

The ass, though,
the female bottom,
bent over a knee,
is fucking beautiful.

The perfect rounds up top,
meeting in that dip,
that dark crevice,
and the lean lines of the flanks
creating that sharp
inverted V on the outside,
and I can't help but note the
ass, more than the heart,
tends to look exactly
like paper Valentines.

I look over my shoulder at you
my ass china-white
against my fading tan lines,
(as if I'm wearing secret panties
made of you)
and I hunger to see
the outline of your hand
a dirty bruise on that
soft, taut, yearning flesh.

It would be the perfect
artistic reflection
of the way you've
really
marked me.