i spotted black cascades, on a concrete canvas in that southern twist that kinks me like desert trees.
i wanted to lick your eyes when I first saw you & then, i don’t know where it came from but i began to feel like a spider, when i shouted "you’re beautiful, you must sleep in my bed”
when I grabbed your hand, you followed starry-eyed. I knew I was going to taste every single inch of your body, so i applauded nonexistent gods in my heavy laughter. (did they frown upon my intentions?)
your lips, they’re red like mine but you don’t know what to do with your mouth. i do, i’ve been there and done all of that in the season of orange peels, it was sticky and it’s only just now that i’m no longer stuck.
you spoke to me in tongues i’m not sure you knew that you took me back to places I haven’t seen since the last time i made a claim at the Lost & Found so i still haven’t added you to the List
i hate resistance, you’re beautiful for not being so beautiful but i want to know just what it is that you see when you’re covered in smoke, when you’re sinking in a bathtub when you’re putting sugar in your coffee
don’t speak, just give in, appease me while i exercise well-honed techniques up and down that thing you’re trapped in (this isn’t fair, maybe feelings will follow)
it felt like returning home, for the first time portal, portal: your open body it could have been the last time but i’m coming back for more