You say
You feel
Dizzy when you
Kiss me. So do
I

Is it the slow dance
Of dopamine
Digging grooves between
Our bodies? Or
Is it the
Intoxication
Of desire
We’re drunk on? Is there
A difference?

You try
Try to
Decipher the
Way I look at
You

Do you see it?
This is hunger.
This is wanting
Taking shape.
Anything more
Definitive
And you will scare
The birds off.

I thank god
That you cannot see
The desperation
Beating beneath me

Because I love
To burn slow
But you, dipped
In Sun, Blessed
By God, looked
So sweet beneath
Changing skies
I couldn’t
Help but tilt
Towards your beams

Now tangled in
Your taste, I try
To decipher
What lies beneath
Desire.