why do i only speak of
how much i love every way
you have ever touched me
and how every fingerprint
that you leave behind
burns a memory on my skin
all the while
recounting each breath you’ve stolen
from my lungs
one
by
one
when i talk to you
i realize that i sound like
a fucking poem
but i have learned that
with you
there is no playing it cool
as i repeatedly bare myself before you
like an exhibitionist
May 2, 2016
