myriad

my fingers
r e a d
the myriad of freckles
on the irrepressable
curvatures
peering through your dress shirt
(unbuttoned just.so)
while you lie in the back of the truck
trying to recall what color the stars turned
when you dropped acid for the first time

a n d i l o s e m y b r e a t h

when the moon accentuates your jawline
and
those
eyes
as profound as the inversion in my chest
when my f i n g e r t i p s
study your heartbeat

iamfallingintoyou

-for the boy.