surreal
your mouth in is my hands
and mine is discovering it
in warm sighs of shivering lips
before I realize its no longer
attached to your face.
my intention hovers above you
on songbird wings, and if were
we racing against time
or stealing it I never knew.
I’m showing, not telling
how I feel in purrs and quivers
that promise we won’t
make it back home on time
before all our bones are broken.
we’re forgetting why we believed
with every thrust and moan
that we could ever fuck our way back
to where we don’t need this,
now, to where our hips pause time
and pluck out the eyes of the moon
when we come.
our hands disappear
while we’re staring at the pomegranates
sliding off the table, and the clocks
chiming backwards are only
soft dings lingering in the air
for our fingers to chase.
I pinch the bottom of a note
before the sun waltzes her way
back in. your tongue comes loose
in my mouth and I chew it
thoughtfully, in the morning
after the eve you agreed
to play savages
and oh!, how you let me win.
we agree to eat the eyes last.
