Sharing Secrets

I have left oils in you—the kind that never spoil,forgotten bloodon left breast pockets,strands of hairmingled with yours.

I have holed my own skinand pulled to see the woundcherry blossom,to watch it pedalits red strokesinto your mouth.

I have made you cradleso many eyelashes;and when I saythat I do not love,I have shedall that I know.

What I disown cleans me:and when I pick the bonesfrom plated fish,I’m led to wonderwhat I amafraid to bear.