All I want is your thighs closing around my spine Your fingers drawing lines down my whole body Sights Signals. Signs. All I want All I want I’m missing parts. A vertebra out of place. My head’s too tight — thoughts coiled, sealed, won’t rest. Sleep doesn’t visit anymore. Visions stay. Too sharp to be imagined. Am I alive or just lit up from the inside? Your name moves through me slow like pressure before collapse All I want is your thighs closing around my spine Your fingers drawing lines down my whole body Sights Signals. Signs. All I want All I want Liquor in my bloodstream. Dust in my lungs. You inside my head — crying, roaring, screaming in arterial red. I drink wine the color of open veins. It spills. It shines. It looks beautiful on the floor. Say nothing. Touch everything. I read you in pauses, in sighs, in the way you stop. Reality bends when you lean in. Incomplete. Unfinished. Still yours. All I want is your thighs closing around my spine Your fingers drawing lines down my whole body Sights Signals. Signs. All I want All I want All I want
