This Skin Ball Means I Love You

I was going to feed you
this skin ball--the remains of my
thigh hole--the remains of our
lovely Sunday at the beach--
it's been ripening for a week now
& the sunburnt flesh is all
purpley & blistered &
fresh for the picking, so
I've been at it for about an hour--
molding my peelings into a wad
as I tear each strip, counting: he
loves me, he loves me not
& if you hadn't woken
up just now, I would've
fed it to you, forcing it
between your lips as you slept.