darling, please

your skin covered in honey, sickly sweet

blushing in the lamplight,

your hands stick to my stomach

as if by glue, as if you’re mine.

black and white, strawberry blonde,

the feeling of never letting go, what it

means to never die. immortality in your

bed; we listen to the neighbours as if we

are never going to fall apart, too. as if

we are anything to matter in the first place.

sweat stains the memories of who we are,

our bodies turning inside out.