Eyes closed but I am watching you,
looking to see if you’re in there, surviving
the flames that scorch my skin and rip
open my inked veins.
Vanilla mint corpuscles brush your
own, tingling and tasting with a tongue too
afraid to speak the words barred behind
bones and teeth.
But now, see how bold my tongue has become?
See how it dances across your skin?
See how it draws speech from your lungs and
forces you to breathe?
Ah, see now how bold your tongue has become,
if only to match mine? I am ruthless and
I am fearless with a fuck you attitude but
I need to feel you under my skin.
Then there is you and your fervor and
your dissolution and your
words cresting the gold and green waves
crashing down on us both.
C. Brown 