You are west
black oceans on crystal.

And I have seen the way you move with lust
like a vulture
with eyes that crave flesh
like there's nothing left
                                      to
                                          eat.

I want it slowly.

Like smoke
Creeping from your chimney.
Like you- a house lived in once but
Abandoned all too quickly.
I want to be those bricks laid
one by one
meticulously.
I want your sin to move me.
I want your bones to break me.

I want it heavy
Like the bags of stone you gave me.
Quartz and onyx or an attempt to save me?
Like you- molten flesh cooled quickly.

I think I would die to have your soul inside me.

I am trying to unweave the narrative that I've written in my mind that says pride is a sin.
That says- other people have the right to love your body but I do not.

And I am trying to navigate the space between where I see my body, and how others see my body because I've been told it's not a space that is safe for swimming.
The water is too deep too rocky to salty for life.
For me.

I am not scared of drowning anymore.

You're like the sweetest apple that has ever graced my lips.
Like Eden.
I could eat you for hours.
And taste every inch of your bruised flesh
(and love it all the same)
Nirvana is
nothing
Compared to the nectar that I have found in your skin.
Even at your core you're heavenly.
Temptation couldn't escape you even if she tried.

You taste like heaven.
I swear every inch of your skin is woven from amber honey.
And sometimes I think you are my Sun.
And that I am
Weak
To the pull of your gravity.
I could orbit you for eternity and be caught in your spell immortally.

My body sounds like an ocean
Like waves kissing the shore
The way my flesh stretches round my bones
In an embrace that whispers “till death”
Like a lover who chooses herself
I have picked you over and over
And like the shoreline
I
Will
Never
Stop
Chasing
You

If my flesh had a language it would be cooed in stretch marks.
My skin would spill its secrets in a whisper
Saying
"Look and see how much you've grown.
How beautiful you're woven, like a tapestry of love and stardust.
And I think you should know there are
no
mistakes.
Every crook and crevice of your soul and bones are adored.
Wear your marks like kisses from the cosmos.
Every inch of your body is like opal gleaming in the sunlight"