This day: gone and fast
the hyperpigmented spots on your chest remind me of olive pits that I spit out
except I want you
my head laid on each of them for the remaining day
skin bleaching them away?
don’t
I need your body to sleep on
when the day feels too long
leave the fan on the highest level
have me lay down on your forest chest
watch me burn like passion fruit
in your summertime eyes—
with your hands behind the head
armpit hair
pubescent nips
hеartbeat lullaby
skin to skin
like a newborn and a mothеr
but with you, my lover
let me sleep when I can’t die
it’s my only way out
let me sleep when I can’t die
it’s my only way out
let me sleep when I can’t die
it’s my only way out