i touch my lips to his; they taste like butter until he starts losing weight
i find two ladders on his body- ribs and scars.
i love him like red sky in the morning. pushing my fingers into his mouth is like Christmas Eve.
his lips on my skin burn holes; big enough to drown in.
he tastes like peaches. like peaches and honey. like peaches and honey and sugar. he teaches me how to hold my breath for a long time and how to relax all my muscles underwater.
i was very little when he loved me and so i didn’t understand
that he was trying to drown me