stains

The wetness of her vagina
might have
occasionally repulsed me,
except
for my fascination
with stains.
I've collected:
menstruation,
piss,
squirting orgasms,
sperm,
mucus,
spit...
Archival Remnants
of activities.

She complains
of the evidence of love.
I say, "It only bothers you,
for I'm too drunk to recall,
but I'm certain
your spot is yours
as it will always be
upon my heart.

Those stains may never be confused.