Kisses melt my spine into vanilla rivers.
I lay on this bliss sailing.
I want the air he holds in the bend of his lips,
the tears in his hands, the landscape of his man.
He wonders through the cobwebs of my heart.
Stumbles on sticky silence.
Tongues massage words we haven’t said.
I want to be stranded on his island and live off his muscle.
Hide with the spiders just so he can find me.
His lap would fish for me. Smolder flames for his taste buds.
Deserted/ with no eyes to answer to.
Poem originally published in He Art: Pieces of a Whole (Chapbook, published by Zion Imprints 2009).