my breath?
ragged
tainted
untamed
uneven

billowing gusts of air

how
can it
even escape my lungs
when my
heart
jackhammers so
mercilessly?

i’m filled with nothing but
curiosity
and
intrigue

i want to be filled with nothing but
you

i want
your lips
your hair
your hands
your arms

i want
time
to explore
the
inches of your ******
surface

i want to make you feel
a way
you have never
felt
before

Poetry is heavy as lead
in my mouth.

Tree branches find more grace
in a wind that’s ragged.

Like a lion in the desert
Scrawny and rat-like but still fierce and intimidating
Thirsty but miles from water and used to it
Outcast but used to it
Dangerous and on the verge of death but used to it

you
ask to
see me

but my hips
are a little too
ragged right
now

to have
your hands
grabbing
at them