Fold inward. Reopen.
Sometimes, I melt into you. My knuckles glide over your stomach – my eyes fold inward. Reopen. Reopen. Reopen. Pupils skipping along your lips, down your chin and breasts and folding again. With ease. I toss my eyes left and right, misshapen circles. And red to blue floods like clouds. Reopen. Reopen. Reopen. You’re still here. My hand has found your fingers and glides around their tips.
around 4:17 PM