Rocket Fizz

Kissing in Planetary Orbit

i am raw, raw, raw, & red skin
& cracked words, love, i am blunt tongue
& knife wrists & wood bones, i am
so much more vibrant in my veins
than my soft skin will ever let on, i am
an animal inside my head
but the iron over my eyes
will never show it.

this is not one of those songs about hearts,
unless the organ in question
is yours & i am holding it dripping
between my teeth.

sing to me about flesh,
speak to me with your body,
your mouth
was made to whisper hot promises
into my neck & your hands
exist to make topographic maps of my hips.
you say you want me & my throat
closes because i
have been aching for this, for too long
have i had to hold myself, move myself,
love myself, for too long
have i gone empty.

teach me the theory
of the inner fire, go slow,
because my head needs some time
to catch up with my body,

hold me if i start shaking & be gentle
with my pulse, i will
run my teeth across your neck if you let me,

but if i am not careful,
the bottom will drop out of my chest
& all my insides will fall into you;

so catch me
before i slide off the planet,
keep me close to you
& hold me down inside my skeleton,

i will be
the fingers pressed into your collarbones,
shivering warm in the halflight,
but it might take me a while to get there.

take my hand,
whisper into my lips that we
will take each & every step
together.