Organs

I picture her lovely skull

tracing her thoughts

stripping them naked

with the tips of my fingers

flicking

brushing thoroughly

her needle scalp

Her button eyes

imitate my dimple

pausing my heart from

a beat

There are innumerable

possessions I crave

to breathe with her

to breathe for her

I must crawl

into her iris

stepping in one foot

at a time to

absorb her peripheral

image of me

I need to wipe

every tear

off her tongue

and taste her

words that spools

off the tip 

I want to slide

down her throat

squeeze my way

into her stomach

love her with a spoon

I must suck

her loneliness

from her heart

until she is full

of honey love

I need to sing

within her ribcage

a lullaby

hum a cradle

tune before she

falls asleep

I want to sneak

up to her earlobe

crawl deep into

a cave and ignite

a fire

all while telling

her a story

I must emerge

in her dreams

as the sun

rolls off our backs

and the purple mountains

sway their peaks

I need to tickle her

hard working feet

with every step

I take

and massage

her soles

by grazing them

with my palms

I want to kiss

her scars

press my sharp

lips against tissue

and muscles

I must

love her

more than birds

chirping in

morning glory