slicing my tongue against your shades of pastel
in hopes of seeing what being instagram famous is like
finding that internal "like/subscribe/follow" spot
tasting influencer on your breath
painted nails trailing my cheekbones for something more tangible
wristbones that angels would have fallen for
my e-boy lover
whispering how you love to perform

your face afterwards dejected
as the camera
wasn't even
rolling.