Under It All

Your love is 

dirty against my skin

Like stubborn smudges

water can’t persuade

And a covering too heavy for a heart,

It lingers and coats me in its murkiness.

But I do not mind.

For I am what is called

Content.

Wrapped,

Suffocated,

Smothered,

By this blanket.

I want to leave,

I want to unwrap myself

from the heat.

To finally breathe in a scent

That’s not a reminder of my ignorance.

Uncover me

And free me

From this blanket.