the time you leaned across my back and i felt
your adams apple
and the time we watched movies
and kissed throughout most
because we just loved exchanging body heat so much
and you were so warm
and he was so cold
and i haven’t worn someones sweater in months
and i haven’t kissed anyones eyelashes in years
and i haven’t felt you in decades
and i haven’t felt myself in centuries
and i just want to disappear
into the noise that’s voicing itself outloud
like i wish i could.
i want to spin
and spin
and JUMP.
off of your shoulders
and into the universe
and onto a star
a hot
heated
star
and i want to get burnt
and i want it to hurt.
and i want to watch your face
as i die
and i want you to smile
because that’s what I **love