Press your palms against mine,
do you feel that?
That's you
warming me up
and me cooling
you down.

That's the keys of
your fingerprints
unlocking the chest
of my ribcage.

That's me leaving my coat
at the door,
and you
wrapping your arms around me,
because you are
the most comfortable thing
I have ever worn.

That's the crescent C of my body
nestling into the cat's cradle
of yours,
my claws grazing
your two-day-old whiskers.

That's the flecks
of your freckle-covered shoulders
jumping ship
to make me captain
of the vast oceans
that roar and toss within you.

You are a lion,
beautiful and proud,
fierce with your tongue,
and strong in your gait.
King of the jungle
that lies within this dark heart,
and my stubborn head

Which constantly buts against yours,
but only so that my eyelashes
can kiss the apples of your cheeks,
because I can never
get enough of your sweetness,
no matter how hard I try.