The neck.
Blood and sinew humming
vital and entropic.
Touch me.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
They hypnotize you.
Nubs of flesh
that feed
emote.
You can't get enough
polish them like marble.
Kisses down the spine.
I can make you tremble.
Maybe I can even scare you.
Open me.
You are dangerous.
You are warm and smooth and moist.
You are everything
dependent obsessed
an expanding universe.
Don't stop.
As if you could
at this point.
Rough and soft.
A steam engine.
Waxing
rising like dough.
Gingerbread man.
Every thought of you
enrages
teleports
melts
deforms
sickens and salves.
I wish
I didn't.
Originally published May, 2008