poetry is soft inside of me
It has taken me to an unknown place,
this passion, his face, my heart.
I wander the streets in a city
I have lived in for years
and wonder where I am.
Shop fronts are foreign,
people blur into the sea
and I am afraid of going home.
He disappears inside of me
almost every time we touch.
Our bodies are connections,
carried out, limitless,
an extension of one another.
My fingertips to the roots of his hair
his thighs to the corner of my mouth.
We kiss with our eyes,
heavy and long.