Skins / For Helena

SKINS

skin(s)
sparks of lust shoot from it
yet with our fingertips
we create a circle of trust
a circle of us
the misunderstanding:
it likes to behave like something it’s not
let’s bathe in it
until our fingers get wrinkled
agreement
beg
so close
our bodies join
and we become one
that only disappears in the sun

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FOR HELENA

you should listen to this
you say and grab her hand
spinning her into an evening
of cherry lipsticks
candy
cigarettes
you like the way she gets lost in you
sharpening her breath
unfolding her essence
caressing her words
as if you’ve forgotten
she’s fading into the pool of your sunken imagination
but don’t get too close
she’ll run after you
showing you the night sky
singing you melodies that harmonize with your bright blue eyes
making sure you notice
how her lips curl up when she calls your name
offering her tongue as your ashtray
painting her nails in the color of your enemies
showing you the gap between love and lust
but she knows that you’ll inhale her breath
and exhale it with fire
she knows that your bony hands will clutch her heart