Smiling at you,
your eyes lowered,
stitched to your shoes,
while your lips invite me,
already aware
of what moves inside me.

I unfasten you
with the slow flutter
of my lashes,
peeling you open
breath by breath,
learning the shape
of your desire
as if it were my own.

A fenced suburban dream
where we raised hyacinths,
and you had a faint smile
under the July sun,
under your cowboy hat.

Breath seeps from me
as I lay on the wet tile,
thinking of you.

Someday, I swear,
we can do everything we want to.
And we can pet the crocodiles.

Every day I think of
untwisting and untangling
these strings I’m in.

Every day I think
of taking your hand
and slaying all who stand in my way.

All these thoughts
have led me
to this cul-de-sac.

I want to conquer your kingdom,
and make myself the sole tenant
in your ivory tower.

I want to graze your hills
and caress your wispy meadows.
I want to smell every bit of wild grass
and taste the freshly kept pollen.

I want to indulge in your nectarines;
I want to stem out into you
and root myself to your very core—
till I become
your only sustenance.