I want you in the dark watching stars falling, not balancing the distance between another arm's embrace. I want you on the hard ground in the middle of lake, my hips width pressed against your length. I want you in so many appropriate/inappropriate ways that I can’t help. I want us with entangled limbs, lost (in) ourselves.

I rip open your back, take out your spine and find out what's inside. With my fingers I count your vertebrae and put my lips on your heart. You are biology, but so much more; with sparks in your hands and oceans in your eyes. I am hidden in footprints in the snow. I am hidden in the lines of your skin. In laugh lines, in hand maps and the flesh of your mouth and I just wish I could climb into your skin.

a haiku

You belong to me

beautiful and laughing boy

falling in my hands.