Your skin was warm,
and smelled sharply sweet
as sun danced in the smile-induced crinkles
next to your eyes.

I wanted to purge the words
tickling the back of my throat
and watch them twirl and spiral around your ears
until they entered and digested
inside you and you finally understood.

But I had inhaled too much glitter
and smokey ideas by then
and I choked so they backfired
into the pit of my stomach
and were eaten by its acid.