kisses. the barbed wire remix

I lie here and I lick my wounds 
inflicted by your touch.
I suture gaping punctures shut,
lesions, cuts and such.
I wear these jewels around my wrists,
my neck and stomach too.
I proudly flaunt these trinkets that
attest my love for you.
Your bloody kisses I have felt,
as sharp as coffin nails.
In bloody kisses I have found
a brutal holy grail.
Painful pleasure you have dealt
with cruel accuracy.
In every blow I grow more sure
of your grievous love for me.
Your kisses are stigmata.
They stretch from limb to limb.
With lustrous light they split the night
to sounds of wicked hymns. 
I close my eyes in tender bliss.
Our carcasses enmesh.
I gladly offer unto thee
the wreckage of my flesh.