hold my hand
touch the skin on my arms
and shoulders
let your irises dance between the stars in mine
venus sleeps under her tongue and in her throat
like grass blades under my thighs
narcotic eyelashes

scrape the surface of my lips
cut figure eights into our palms
dripping blood on rose confetti

tethered by a cruel fixation
a cold park bench
vulnerable and wanting
withdrawal

trace the space between my waist and hips
follow the scars on my knees and wrists
intoxicating movement

flesh out the needle burn my throat with the spoon
like honey
like a warm bath

the stars are fading now