his kisses go deeper than my skin.
my body burns where he touches,
and burns where he doesn’t touch.
we are lips, legs, arms, and bodies
entangled.
is it possible to feel nostalgic
for something that is happening
right now?
an anticipatory nostalgia?
my brain can think of no other way
to describe it,
but this:
by him,
i am made
i am unmade.
December 19, 2015