i.

So hot
(can't you see it's burning?)
So freezing
(can't you see it's cold?)

'Lets reduce the world to this' she says
Your eyes on my curves, my lips on the small of your back
(or the nape of your neck)
or pretty much everywhere
pretty much e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.

Like Polaroid moments
In which I capture your skin
With my photographic fingers
Of kinetic lust

But just call me beautiful
& that's what I'll be.
Just tell me about poetry
And that's what I call you.