tides ○ a collection of poems

xxxxiv. you

your pale lips kiss my dark ones
ever so slightly while you run your fingers through my hair.

there's a minute yet so enormous smile in my mouth, trying to escape
the blooming desert of my insides
to fall between the gaps of your teeth.

never do i want to stop tracing
the lines underneath your skin,
they're glowing constellations
in the sunburnt sky at noon.

how could i be without your fingers
intertwining with mine
as if you were playing music
like on your old piano?

your words are the rain strings
in the sky when a thunderstorm
crushes down on the summer's heavy air;
they tear me apart delicately

set my bones ablaze.
why is my belly a bonfire now?
you're making my soul ache
and my body smile