starting at my knee
you trace a
     slow
          deliberate
               trail
                    up
                         my
                              leg
and stare into my eyes
i think you must enjoy
watching me struggle
to find my next breath
because your finger
is taking the scenic route
along the back of my thigh
making it impossible
to exhale (or inhale?)
my body seems to have forgotten
which one it was on
sensing my need
      or maybe experiencing one of your own
you break our gaze
and pull my lips to yours
offering me the oxygen
that you are to me
and i hear you moan
an i love you
into my mouth
      or maybe that was me
March 29, 2017