I look at you.

I look at you so hard I can taste you.

Taste the salt from the sea that is your eyes

The flecks of cinnamon that are your freckles

The coffee ice cream that is your skin

I look at you and I look at you and I look at you

I squint my eyes and you blur a little around the edges

Like a sepia colored photograph showing its age or a black and white film that has been watched too many times

I melt into your caramel layers

Lose my way, as I dribble down your shoulder, across your collarbone, and between your breasts

Settling there, just below your heart, vibrating against your rib cage a slow and steady rhythm,

partner to my palpitations and arrhythmias.