Behind My Ribcage [1998]

I owe you this fist-sized ball of flesh,
which leans more to the left
behind my ribcage,
blooded.

behind my eyelids,
which open more to the dark,
I owe you this calloused claw of regret,
which clings tight to the rock
behind my ribcage,
jaded.

behind my eyelids,
which lock tight to the tears,
I owe you this salt taste of my kiss,
which presses close to you
behind my ribcage,
needed.