a spiral

i want to know the curves of your body

better than archimedes

i want to paint them in the sand

and derive their formulae

and know why and how they came to be

i want to be so enraptured in their image

that i die standing before them

with death knocking on my door

and receiving no answer.

i live in the space between your thigh and denim fold

in the gap between your secret space and the cover-up

closed, dark, and thick with your mysteries

it’s beautiful here

so let me show you your worth by

undressing and redressing the wounds.

i want to feel those curves

and parabolas and arcs

and feel your soft electrifying skin

cool with defeatism and facades

and warm with sensitivities and icarus’s dreams

let my hands fall all over you

i’ll be gentle.

i know the door is swung open

but you can trust me

cause i would tear these hands off before i let them harm you

god said to remove the source of the sin

and i would never hesitate to do so

if it meant you were safe and warm

and your coolness could fade away

by the light of my fire.