You are cotton caught in the air
I am unfurling laces in your body.
I move on you steady like a fleet of ships pushing ice.
I want to break it all.
Your tank top strap slips down the huh huh of your shoulder
and I will not strain meaning from this.
I have to taste all your shapes with my teeth.
circles of salt
Waltzing a wrecking ball
I lift your body so that your legs strap to my hips and you
are now adorned.
I toss you around the room because I don’t want to be inside;
I want to walk through you.
Yet again, wow. Thank you. You’re very kind.