Held Lines #6
I love watching you fall in lust with me.
my hair curling and thick against my neck
pushing against my ear like a wrong thought
my other mind free
I keep scratching until the morality shows
fuck fuck show me your love
I want you in my arms
you I want you on my mouth
I want that burn in my lungs
A startled look, your smooth cheek and
can’t I touch?
Indulgence is holding a mug of milk and honey to my mouth, the hot crocodile skin of cream tacky on my lips is our forever; a thought that rises of your sweetness and my desire. I know better, spitting, scraping the fat off my teeth with my fingers and tongue but in these moments, as I drink you down, I can still taste the thickness of craving.
Like opening my eyes under water, looking at the filtered glare of the sun and trying to breathe, I choked for months on you.