there’s only hunger around me and it drives my every action and reaction. burying my face in his neck feels inevitable, relentless, i come undone. his skin smells like sweat and autumn breeze and with ease he inspires my mouth to fill with spit, panting with need. humming for one finger to linger a bit more and how he pours, unfiltered and altogether mine, my jaw tilting up, that half surprised doe-eyed leaning into you, and marveling at no matter how many times you touch me it feels like -this- like falling off a cliff into a deep abyss. filled to the brim with water signs yet I can’t reach the bottom of this water that binds. my love, i know you are soft with me even when you’re thick with hard edges and cold sea. how more often than not you are the bite that leaves a mark. and you know i am soft with you even when i’m thick with sharp stones, and lord knows i’d give my voice to the seawitch for five minute with you alone. that my nails leave bloodlines and skin tears under my teeth, my hip bones under your hands cause the Earth to shake, the mouth of god to speak. on the surface our want looks pink and gentle but it is also blue bruises, ripped dresses, pillow screams and wet dreams. raw and fierce and resembles more the fire of sundown than the soft fog of morning. i swallow a bee each time i think of thee, here the hive comes swarming.