I fed you the ends
One perfect bite
So your fingers wouldn't get stained with apple juice
You weren't quite good with the guitar yet
And I didn't want to make plucking the strings any harder
You planted butterfly kisses on my cheek
Mum's words rang back at me
Isn't he scared of your pimples?
I laughed then
How I laugh now, a real one
Your lips pressing like nothing about me should be untouched
We took turns
Shifting arms, unwinding limbs, lifting eyelashes
So the other can breathe easier
How could I stay still
When so many ways to burrow myself into your flesh are left unfound?
So I fed you the ends
And you found me mine
I bared my neck
So you could sink deeper
Strangely enough, I find myself not running.
