chests pressed
cause
heavy breaths
in this constant
exchange of
carbon dioxide
and my lungs
keep searching
for oxygen
in your kisses
just like my hands
keep searching
for your skin
against mine
and my
crushed cherry mouth
tight
against yours
your tongue
slipping
in and out
reminds me
of the ocean
deep & wet
and i am
20 days
lost in it.
fingers slip
then
grasp and grip
each of us
craving our
wild
this night
a verse
of our summer
set in the
thick hot air
and you
speak like
a friend
and
touch like
an animal
and make me feel
like my crushed cherry mouth
is your last meal
