between breaths

one look and you pin me to the wall
fingers fire and ice
please, don't be cruel.

and not to be crude,
but there are days
i shoot up your beats
into these veins, and the notes speak
to every signal in my body.

one touch, to close eyes for hours
skin like desert drinking in a storm-
what is wine.

the way you weave words,
two like a sling stone to goliath, three to make soul pound against body.
colors flung on blank canvas,
wild and beautiful, you hide it.




and what does zealous sea say to sand, inviting but never able
to keep? salt lingering as the waters retreat



God, teach me to swim.





she'll have a palette to match
a night sky filled with constellations in conversation