my mind trips sometimes on
the details of You. the way
your forehead shifts when
you laugh or squint,
growl or get close. the way
you move your hair
to the side. the way
your eyelids flutter when your
green eyes roll straight
back.

i try to memorise your face, re
call it best i can—
but i cannot seem to
find my way.
i can easily recall how You feel,
weighing/
holding me down
with wet desire.
firm and delicate
dancing at once, furrowing
your brow as you
burrow into
me over and over
and over.

the two of us ablaze, now— Those moments
remain clear as day.