i. The air is thick and I'm drinking you in like sunlight through a silver straw, I'm feeling like my spine has come unzipped and my crayola red innards have become exposed to the cool air, you're like the slivers in my fingers that I can't pull out, maybe I should try scraping off layers of skin with tweezers, goodbye dead cells, hello fresh meat, damn, why are you so fresh as fuck.
ii. A whirlpool has developed beneath my chest so there goes my sense of sanity, actually it's more like boiling water, bubbling, spewing out passed my eyes, and all I've been asking for is for you to either take me or let me go, let's be honest, I could try to say I am over this whole thing but I'm not and I don't even want to be.
iii. So let's forget the world, get lost in each others skin, tracing ribs like jail bars, running hands over heartbeats, brushing lips with lonely aches.