The cheek on my menstruation

Before wiping on my pillowcase

He retreated, bloody

Staring at his cock, we watched her

We watched her slowly slide out of me

As curious to see if my blood had tinted it

I saw my thighs, the color of passion

I saw his member coming out

I felt his member come out

I was giving birth

Gently

The wet towel balled up at our feet

That we believed ourselves responsible for having laid our bodies under

Haste has slaughtered our precautions in mid-flight.

We made a bloodletting between two pushes

Between two clots

Between two fingers

Our pubes squeezed together as we got into a vice

Red moisture in our hair

The red moisture on her cheekbone

Tomorrow will be a washing day

Until then, I would embrace the losses of my passion

We will fall asleep

The cheek on my menstruation

-Andrée Bouffard (she)