it's a dialogue
I exclaim
when I touch myself
and I want you to
follow my argumentation
until your motion leaves
a loss of words inside of me
touch my unwritten skin
describe it
and leave your ink at
every blank space
speak to me
in sections
soft and harder
interactions
tell me your story
from head to toe
open me up like a book,
skin on skin
let's create verses
of our body-choice
come and pay attention
to my exclamation signs
and read
all of the letters
behind my eyes
isn't it poetry?
every time my hips move
to your rhythm?
isn't it poetry?
feeling the metric spirit
of breathing?
breathe, breathe
breathe me
in and out
from
mouth to mouth
I want your tongue
to show me language
teach me the words
between my legs
let your body
talk to me
moan your questions
like a tove lo song
and I promise
you won't have to wait for
an articulated answer