smiling in the pixel of every screen,
traced into all tangible fibers
that my curious hands brush along.
I see flashes in your iris,
memorandums to hold
so I won't forget the longing
that begins like candlelight,
a faint glow to warm our pores
before true fire licks flesh.
And the way your lips reached for
and so sweetly tangled with hers
like tiny fluttering wings that
only calm upon secretly meeting.
I am not immune to your charms
or being a potential fragment that
makes up your careful collection,
names and skin have been curated
and maybe I was never that special.
But I don't think you know
what it's like to be in your eyes,
how two unique novas can make me
feel like an entire universe's center.
I still stay and scrawl messages,
mark astronomy with codes you know.
There were differences between
rainbows and bright stars,
one bursts with immediate radiance,
the other remains a mysterious
beauty hanging in perpetual distances,
neither can be held or touched.
By the morning, your image will
be all that I want to know,
burning me at times,
soothing the angles you trace,
memorandums stitched to fibers
no one else could ever reach,
places you'd never want me to forget.
The curve along inner thighs where
I licked and anticipated your nectar,
beginning like an awakened river
trickling before turning into a torrent.
The signature flavor upon your lips
that echoed her in ways hidden,
in secret tanglings untied
where I once thought I could
forever clutch your tender core.
But I have no immunity
when locked with your eyes,
when two gazing orbs make
me feel like a universe's center.