Before wiping on my pillowcase
He retired, bloody
Fixed on her dick, we watched her
We watched her gently slip out of me
Like curious to see if my blood had stained it
I saw my thighs, the color of passion
I saw his member come out
I felt his member come out
I was giving birth
Gently
The wet towel in a ball at our feet
That we thought we were responsible for having laid under our bodies
The haste slew our precautions in full flight.
We did a bloodletting between two pushes
Between two clots
between two fingers
Our pubes pressed when we got caught in a vice
The red moisture in our hairs
The red moisture on her cheekbone
Tomorrow will be a washing day
Until then I'll embrace the losses of my passion
We will fall asleep
Cheek on my period
-Andrée Bouffard (her)