Hot, searing, boiling heat,
the touch of your
fingertips on my skin
leaving me with burns
marks forever etched into my being
marks that feel so visible to
the naked eye
like tattoos on my skin
screaming out to the world
to tell them what you've done
My secrets are not
my own, for I share
them with you
my shame
my guilt
it's yours as well as mine
forever intertwined
with one another
sharing the same event but
different memories