skin.

your skin cells
cover my walls
still sticky with your lipstick
violet and pink and dry
flakes of your kiss
and your taste buds
like tiny flower bulbs
that i plant in the muck
beneath my floorboards
hoping that if i water the cracks
between the wood
your veins will take shape
and sprout up around me and
scale the walls, collecting all of your dna
and leaving me with some lifeless version
of what i really wanted
a girl in swirls of color
that stays planted right here
next to me while i sleep