THIS BODY
These hands, they’re trying to change me,
trying to sculpt, trying to rearrange me.
These eyes they watch me blindly,
watch me run in circles,
feel so wild and green.
so peacefully obscene.
My fingertips sinking in, feeling skin,
loving everything about
this body.
We’re giving in to a wild tailspin,
with our hands against the wall,
wanting this body.
Those lips so paralyzing,
taste my flesh like your tongue is starving.
Those arms they hold me tightly,
squeeze out all my problems,
squeeze them right outta me.
Tear apart my sanity.
I’m done with the rest,
your life fills the chest of
this body.