Barbed wire bracletsfor my love

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 stomache too. I proudly flaunt these trinkets that attest my love for you. Pain’s pleasure is one you have dealt with cruel accuracy. In every blow I grow more sure of your crushing love for me. I close my eyes in tender bliss as our carcasses enmesh. I gladly offer unto thee the wreckage of my flesh.