the way i love you is like an atomic bomb.
dangerous and overpowering
-- absolutely nuclear.
when it drops, it's undeniable and
the mushroom cloud thereafter blocks your lungs,
making it hard to breathe.

I've waited for you to squeeze me
and feel the chinese newspaper
under my ribs.

In the black summer sun,
we could keel over in the sand
and watch small flares

infract the perfect circle
we'd been staring at
miles apart.

I kiss with my eyes open.
Maybe you'll see it.
Maybe we'll see

carved skin
we don't want to expose
to anyone else.

Or maybe,
everyone finds me
see through.

And my quest for transparency
rendered null
all my complexities.