This is his mouth on my
breast. Like a nursing child, he won’t let go. This is him smiling peacefully
like a child, and before returning to his dedicated task at hand, this is him
asking if I ever thought about piercing them.
That’s what Danny used to ask
me every time I took my clothes off for him. He would pinch my nipples,
chuckle, and say, “why haven’t you pierced them yet?”
When I took my clothes off
for Danny it was always in a rush. Vulnerable is letting someone watch you
undress, not the actual state of nakedness. Vulnerable is letting someone see
the order in which you remove your clothes.
My breasts fall out to the
sides, heavy and dropping. I hate the way the skin around my areola looks in
the light. Every man who has known my body has loved and coveted my breasts
like they were buried treasure. As though my lace bra unlatching could be
equated to the opening of a chest full of coins. My nipples are hunks of fools
gold.
This is his teeth grating
against my sore and sensitive skin, I can feel my heart breaking. And this is me four years earlier, in
the same room, beneath the same open window. This is me sucking off his brother
as the sun rose, he calls me by someone else’s name. I ignore the battle
between come and coke drip that happens at the back of my throat. I masturbate
when the moon disappears.
I will know what it’s like to
fuck two brothers, what it’s like to watch them both struggle to last. They
will never know of one another’s exploration of my body, and they will never
know how they both made me scream.
This is my aching cunt and
the breaking sky. They are the greatest of lovers.