Mad love.

How I miss our
Mutually assured destruction,
Causing swollen lips to rise,
And being unsure of whether kiss
Or beating fist was used to
Raise them; bruising burned around
The neck and unknown if fetish
Found or etched from some
Impassioned place.
Wrists and ankles chafed,
And all adhesive tape remains
Unable to be seen the same again,
Bound either in request or in restraint.
Broken bits and pieces,
Hits and misses?
Or tipped over by mistake
As the authorities were alerted,
And we unwilling to be parted.
I ache for it,
But only in the wake
Of our ageing.