In its suit blue, grey, black, brown it is just a thing
like a chair or a desk
a piece of furniture
neutral
Naked, it is a new species
sweet savage, gentle barbarian
made up of pieces:
earlobes, fingers, knees, eyelashes
Is it the thickness of the neck
breadth of the chest
that churns me with rapture
Let me melt your pieces
into something new
molding your skin into electric moons
carving your wooden heart, dry and fractured
smoothing your jaggedness
sculpting your rawness
into a silky nectar
mellow and pulsing
Your body, caressed
rubbed one thousand times
like a stone
becomes a glistening seal
who dives
into the aqua broth
of my seas
Your restless thumbs
doves of delight
with frail feathers
perch and fidget
white nomads
hopping from limb to limb
Your moles, targets for my tongue
scattered in damp ravines
linger and wait to be devoured
your hallowed form
a pale forest, forbidden
I sing its peaks and crevices
with my thirsty mouth
gaping with fire
Your clothes lock you away imprison your skin from mine straight-jacket your soul which glints through chasms of eyes like fevered stars
Sweat glistens above lips raindrops collect on tight and tender leaves dripping lushly with salt let me wash you new Your chest cages the throbbing heart primitive organ merciless magnet center of my craving How many years will it beat will it await my touch victim to my yearning before its final cadence
Painting: Fabian Perez