sometimes your skin
tightens to fit the size of my hand,
shrinkwrapped in the rain
too much mist to sweat, though
our palms are damp with the moistness
of our nerves. you break away
and cleanse yourself just in time
for me to lick my lips. i’m
embarassed by your enamour
though i sleep on it every night.
i love the way you do everything right.
