tyrants

:^)

i, i'm growing in the hollows of your bones, the trenches splaying across your collar; spreading your limbs out like butter, warm eggs, (my palms still and gentle for your tenderly carved flesh); you, you're slipping into your summer-skin, unclasping the pallor from your body and, watching freckles bud along the blossoms in your cheeks; the seeds of new smiles burrowing lines by your eyes
i, i'm learning the weave of your hair, the sculpt of your thighs; memorizing the curls in your fingerprints; mapping every rut in your spine: i, i