~ as though ~

Were you saying goodbye? As you kissed me, hard

and unexpected in the dark, pressed me against

the wall as though I were

so beautiful, edible, and you

saw me, famished. To be torn

apart by you (passive voice – one pronoun surrendering

to another) in shadows

is my body’s entire blurred

longing, gathered as my limbs from

dancing, touch without rest, following your lead

into wrapping myself around your waist, shaking. I have

given you my hands

to write with. Slowly, a story in fragments,

on my skin unfolds, telling the rhythm, rather than

meaning of events – of meadow filled with stars and orchard

branches, where your kiss becomes no longer

an afterthought, of the soft wet spread

of your tongue licking cream from my wrist, and sunny wordless

exchanges dividing passion – as though our lips

do not know our other shapes, we pass with

daily smiles, ways diverging at fallen

fruit and laundry, at further

beautiful mouthes and unspoken darkness.