I imagine futures
with you

You
in my mouth
under
my tongue
(behind my teeth)
dancing
across fingertips
taste on lips
You
taste (my lips)
like Saturday night
turned to
Sunday morning

quivering t o g e t h e r
fingers pressed
(into) shoulder blades
thighs pressed
holding t i g h t l y
mouths sharing
life
lungs sharing
breath

You
occupy places
behind my eyes
reside on
in and under
my skin
(and when)
You
whisper
"Good Night"
I roll
my tongue
across
my teeth
thinking of morning(s)