You paint my body with heavy kisses, making art with your slow grayness. I melt into your cloud.
Your eyes pour over my nakedness with blinks like the hour hand on a clock. You say you just need to appreciate this. Me.
No, not me,
This.
Your eyes are numb, I am just the body keeping you awake.
I thought the reason your tongue tasted every piece of time was to cherish it. I realize now that time is just something you wade in.
You are a monotone note trying to pull heartbeats from my skin for your own song.
You consume me to escape yourself .
