I want to fish in your eyes
Pull out my writhing heart
Turing purple and green
Suffocating without your salty flush
Your lush lips part
A smile climbs up your tongue
I long to snare that smile
Pin it to my wrist
A grin sewn into me
Your mouth pulsing in my veins
Your fluttering bloodstream leaks into mine
We mingle, intertwine.

Drawing in color
For once

Sliding over and over
Delicious results
Blooms flourish and grow

Blurry dots
Filling and swirling
A marvelous dance of the rose shards

Drip.

You make the twist and curdle of muscle look sweet
Hoods of flesh clench
Lines extending towards congratulating champagne toasts
Liquid turned taught
Floating like a pair of scissors
Most subtle razor to ever caress
The tissue paper lips of the floor
You wrap your heady-spice palms
Flourishing and dripping
Every pulse a dropped memory
They whisper of inspiration and dust
Licks of silver swim through you
Eyes misty rocks where dreams go to impale their masters
Commanding the lovely, forming it to fit
Frost spangles the trees that create pillars of tendon
The ease of sandpaper on granite
You make silken
Simple.

You smell like ******* and butterflies
You taste like brownies and knives
You feel like boys broad backs and oil spills
You look like ******* and cherry soda
You sound like congressmen and French women
You are a chemical impossibility

Who are you.

Sitting swirled in dark
Glowing singers play
The woman near me shifts
Wrapped in pride
I see you 
Fixed to the cymbal 
Nailed in concentration
I huff 
A breath filled with broken adolescence 
The woman is broken from her glaze of motherhood
For a moment
I notice it was you
She was looking too
I blush 
Wrapped in dark
She doesn't know she isn't the only one watching 
I glow with shame
Burned by your old womb 
You, still stapled to the drum
Don't notice. 
So I turn farther in to blue
And watch.

Maybe you dream of me. 
Maybe you think of me
Maybe you're turned on by me. 
But then again. 
Maybe not

Maybe your eyes dilate. 
Maybe your breath comes hard
Maybe your palms sweat. 
But then again. 
Maybe not 

Maybe your hairs stand on end. 
Maybe you stare
Maybe you tense up. 
But then again. 
Maybe not

Maybe saliva collects thick. 
Maybe you swallow hard
Maybe you stumble on your tongue
But then again. 

Maybe not.