I will gladly jump from the ledge that is your collarbones,
I will tumble through the sky that is your smile,
I will watch myself soar through your words, the thoughts
That linger on your lips just before midnight,
Your touch is a suicide waiting to happen and
Your fingers are the stone-cold rusted hold of the trigger.
So go ahead, place your skin close to mine,
Touch me and pull me and kill me
And watch me burn as I leave my ashes inside
The roads of blood beneath your soil.
I will run my tongue up along the curve of your jaw and
I know I’ll feel the mountains of your cheeks rise as you grin,
And somewhere down your south,
There will be different sort of mountain rising, but
We’ll get to that later, when the night is much deeper
And we are both drunker and
A lot less shy than we are now.
But it’s okay, I’ll live with that,
I’ll wait, because now when I look into your eyes,
I see secrets and mirth, and it makes me wonder
What you’re thinking about, it makes me
Want to wrap my hands around your neck until
Your lips open and the juices that make you run
Spill out of your mouth, down my fingers and
Stain my dress, I want you to leave
Traces of your nightmares on my teeth when we kiss,
I want to know what you taste like, you and your words and
The soft stubble forming on your chin.
Your anatomy is an entire landscape, you’re like
The mountains, or the beach, or the sea, or
An infinite forest I could lose myself in, and when I look at you,
I am reminded that
Nature is always beautiful.