12/8
Cover your bodies
in sweat,
in tattoos.
Cover your bodies
in ink
with ideas,
ideas your tired tongues
would repeat forever
if they could.
Cover your bodies
in flesh,
in each other.
‘Cause you don’t burn
as bright
alone.
Fallen Stars
Took the sparks in your eyes
right in my mouth
when I kissed
your eyelids.
Planted them back
on your skin
as freckles -
An astronomer’s new map.
16/30
I want to film you writhing
at 60 frames per second
so I can paint your movements
in slow motion
on a screen
and catch
your intricacies
and their muscles
moving beneath
a canvas
of skin.
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No, this is not a sex tape poem…but if it makes you feel better, sure.
