look me in the eyes and count the stars
that you see reflecting in their
faltering irises as my
pupils dilate to show you what’s inside.
hear the symphony that is my body:
the clicking of my tongue as I pull at
the hem of my shirt,
the silent whispers of my breath as I
exhale my butterflies,
the war drum beating of my heart
as it hangs upon my sleeve.
feel my hand tucked tightly
between the ridges and gaps
of your calloused palm like a puzzle piece
that doesn’t quite fit.
(leave your fingerprints along my spine
so that I may find you the day
you become lost.)
taste my name on your lips;
salty, sour, bittersweet.
savor each and every morsel
as you devour me
letter by letter,
limb by limb.
breath me in like the fragrance of a fine wine—
i am a smoke that
will soothe your senses and pull those
ever pleasant words from your
pretty little mouth.