Let me love you, all of you, the opposite of carefully
hard edges of skin and personality, cut sharp as diamonds
where your cheek starts and tongue begins
to end my existence. There’s too much spray in your hair
and it frizzes against my chin, which is
somewhat appropriate, considering
you make my head
feel like helium.
but full as air,
and when I’m against your lips,
your voice makes funny sounds that
go up an octave or pentagram, depending
on what beast our love has summoned.
Annoying, that I can’t keep from
Suffocating against a pillow, imagining that
it’s you I’m drowning in. Annoying as
that orange I can’t stop remembering
from Youtube. Calming as the dumb songs you keep
secretly adding to my Spotify. Send Nudes stuck on repeat,
Cuban cigars and menthol dinge-ing up the bedside counter
your grandfather made just before he
bit the lust and
Look at the dusk, my love.
Summer is far, but on us,
and where there should be heat for touch
I only feel a cool and calling tenderness.
My heart beats,