tar sand sundae
choke it up then swallow back
don't push me around
i want you to push me around

it's beautiful to look when you're not looking
the flicker across your eyes
the heat that spreads across your cheeks
as they fold and open, soften and surprise
your cheeks, the only thing red in this landscape
your eyelashes the curtains for some grand spinning showcase
your tongue, a path-clearing master of dissection, now spreads silent

i say nothing so i can watch a little longer
it's just you rising in this moment
and the air hangs on you
until you descend
and everything hits still
and everything fills with weight
especially that swell in your chest
we steep in the wide eyes of that tea

i like to hear your voice in this square space
it moves even the engine
our speed is measured by the tickled jolts of your collarbone
those great oaks laugh to hear you coming

i don't know why sometimes it is pain
to even put a hand to your back
or to squeeze by you
as if i do not know your body, or at all care to
or as if it hurts to even look
as if we flea each other's gaze

i can't fix the breaks
but i like to see you free
i do know
it's beautiful to look when you're not looking