How is it that I can have you inside me
and it feels like everything, every wonder of the world
traveling from under my skirt through my throat

but you are nothing more than flesh and bones?
You are nothing more than me.

I feel you like I feel a pill dissolving into my stomach –
I feel you like I feel fluency in a second language,
we could develop our own, another romance tongue
using the reaction of pale skin being ******

by just-fallen snow. It has never once felt like you
were scratching my ribcage when looking for my heart:
no, just serenade my *******. Set your map inside.  

X marks the spot where I fell the hardest,
I felt it like an earthquake penetrating a beautiful place.