My skin willows
beneath your mouth. It pushes
to the pillowcase I round to. Navel
lapses to maelstrom shear.
Your tongue
(coolant) evanesces my hip
(& me). You asked for this
(neck to clavicle,
eyelid to chin, dizzying).
Palm silks thigh. The ceiling, not visible through vapors.
I wink, quicken, scintillate. Fan away. Later, you feel
for me forgetting
I am already air.