the callous of your index finger against my lotioned back.

how a summer’s breeze gently laps the curtain.

a hot cup of coffee.

the taste of sweat. salty and bitter.

the ripples of your skin,

a sweet surrender.

trail my spine with a dirty nail,

loosened belts and denim past your knees.

exchanged smoke between dry lips.

this carcass soon to break,

from his gentle kiss.

can you take what has been stolen from me?

your breath,

raptured in the pale light of morning.

i hear the birds chirp

feel your warm exhale upon my shoulder.

our bodies entwined,

severed by sudor.

unrest. i have not slept since the roses bloomed.

i have not shared my skin since that night.

so sway with me,

gently—

sing in my ear,

whisper sweet nothings,

salivate my sunburn.

be gentle with this freckled flesh.

stitch me together with your touch.

place me back with the stick of your spit.

have i mentioned i am lonely?