the curtains
an orange light with yellow dots
I can’t kiss your feet
under the sheets
a smell that lingers in the air on a hot summer day after the lawn gets moved
like rainbows and kittens
skin with a bit of sweat
stuck' there without going over
almost confusing
water and citrus, mingled with the scent of hair
Look, you, you
like a warm gush
overlapping layers
hiding in plain sight and changing in secret
but , you,
Oh, oh!
fullness is filling
so long ago
so please!
flowing between the shapes
the few seconds before feeling
not focused,
slightly salty and warm
turning away from the glare
burns in the back of the throat
blinds the eyes