My skin snagged on you
So I pulled away trying to break loose
but I unraveled, unraveled so fast
until I was nothing but sinew and bone
until that which makes me me was
left exposed, palpitating and panicking
I don’t know.
And whatever it was
you did with your lips
pried me open and ate my words.
It left me mute; my vocal chords
were left hanging like snapped strings from my sore throat.
Because this is what happens when
I think I’m in love-
I fall, fall, fall
until the ground slams against my head so hard
my brains are strewn across the floor
in a messy mimicry of the state of my heart.
I’d apologize but I won’t (no)
because even though your fingers never traced
prints on my hands, arms, legs- thighs,
I still sighed
until I was so breathless my head spun
until I could see nothing but your eyes.
Even though the closest I came to touching you
was a mean poke to your side
a brush of my hand against your blue sweater,
It still felt like a wild ride; the best
I’ve ever had the pleasure to get on.
You asked me once (in a dream, though)
Why, how and didn’t I regret it?
I never got to answer:
I’d probably find you again
I’d probably fall just as vertiginously
I would relish it.