Ode to a boy
Lips Sealed, lips locked
You savour it for 3 seconds longer than I do.
Small kisses, bony bones
Tight hugs, the tall & short of it.
There is nothing significant going on-
Yet, something is being built.
I wait for it to crumble-
As my happiness is to be feared.
I don’t know how to do this.
Out of touch, this is unreal-
Constantly feels extra.
Trouble with showing any shade.
Turns out this connection
Is the high of Oxytocin and yours is Vasopressin-
While I am peaking,
You aren’t.
Even while
Small kisses give comfort-
It’s what you say
When I cannot mouth syllables.
Bony bones, my nails trail your back-
Delight filled
Our fingers seek its valley to sink into.
Our knees collide- it’s this constant rush.
The mind blurs.
Chest to chest,
What’s too much, what’s enough—
How do we know we are right in the middle?
We don’t.
We take what separates our feeble bodies.