You got blood on the sheets

And we laughed in the afterglow,

Curled up like two cold ferrets.

I told you how beautiful it was to

Call you at the grocery store

And ask what type of tampons

You need, how heavy was your

Flow, how proud I am to swipe

A hair-width fraction of your

Burdens across a laser scanner,

Along with a pint of ice cream

And an impulse 3-in-1 DVD grab

Of the National Treasure trilogy,

On in the background while we

Explored the width and breadth.

To lie there, in the warm musk of

Sex and blood, the profane nature

Of the bond between organisms.

It's not how everyone lies.

But it's how we lie.