Please Beat Me

Of you,

Your touch speaks not soft

Nor loving.

At least not anymore.

Like my shadow

I can't seem to un-attach from you.

Please beat me

Hard and bruising

I want your skin's caress

Even for a slap.

I know your capabilities

And that you'd do it without my asking

So I'm asking

Perhaps the sting will linger longer

I want to watch the hues change

Onyx black to royal purple

to a golden yellow like the taste of Spring

Damp around the edges.

Leave me with a mark

So I will remember you.