i can’t figure out what i want now.
to hibernate. to touch your stomach and
your fine hair. i heard you described as
wilderness. as a watercolor. you. this thing
existing only in my head. but sometimes
in my fingers. i would place my teeth
around your neck, soft, or feel your shoulder
with my cheek. think: how miraculous
when you lift your shirt. or when i lift my shirt
in front of you. wanting this like pouring myself
a cup of tea. if i blink it could be an entire
calendar. every day a red x.