the palms of my hands grow outwards against your back. I want to disappear inside you, I want to melt: inside you, I want the-skin-between-us to disappear and dissolve like (paper in water) I want to feel the space where my hands squeeze soft and I want to swim in it. (pinball in a funnel(?)) (vortex funnel)(spiral wishing well) I want to look you in your eyes and fall through to them, I want to hear your words swirl down my ears like weight sitting heavy on my chest and come up again. I want to breathe in, your breath and feel as it goes slow down the back of my throat. You crumple my words, I think you are so beautiful.
we hold our hearts, beating in our hands.
I have so much love for you it spills over (the lids of) my eyes like the waters of some unconfined animal. If I could hold it in my hands it would still be moving. It pulls from my chest like putty. To see your eyes in the morning. Our Faces Together.
This fleshy, moving, thing. How it feels to love you. Oh I want to be held inside it forever.
How the corners of your mouth collect. The shaved part of your head feels. Your fingers move. Tongue pokes out.
I feel it everywhere. Can I say that to-you. I feel it everywhere. Oozing, pulling, leaking, pouring. It stretches and it grows taut and it’s pushed back together. Our chests. Our ears feel our mouths again and to hear you there, the skin of your cheek press-es on that-little part. I want to hold it all, feel-the-weight-of-it!
Real metal cast iron or steel, set, on my turned out forearms. And the returning stun: of the image of you, in front of me, standing straight: with your head held high and the gentle presence, of knowing.
What love is.
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