You make comic book origin stories fascinating
Ninja Turtles and the Swamp Thing
As I let my eyes roam over you I somehow take it in
Though you may have to tell me again
I could devour you
Take you into my body and keep you
I would open in your hands like a stuck jam jar
To the strongest man in the world
I was looking at your hands today
Rough
A freckle oddly placed on one finger
My eyes at your shirt collar
Where it meets your neck
Her name staring back at me, ignored
I imagine flesh
At home I take the hottest shower
To wash away falling in love
But all I lose is your smell