He unsettles the deepest parts of me
tremors reverberate through my bones
awaken unfamiliar motives
spit dusky intentions into my skull.
His taste lingers with a burn on my lips
and I can still see the darkening bruises
his fingertips coaxed onto my skin.
They intensify by the day.
He planted seeds in my mouth
bouts of lurid need growing south
and he knows  they're  there.
I swear, his eyes drill holes in my lungs
where the cattails are tearing through
too fragile tissue
clinging to and pressing up against my chest
I think he sees their impressions on my flesh
but I can't break his gaze
I'm a moth and his eyes are ablaze
he's tracing my visible strain to look away
he wants me to miss the warmth of his flame
and I do.
Regrettably
Irresponsibly
Unequivocally
do.