Untitled for a Reason

you are curled under

unconsummated kiss,

folded into the violence

of blueberries crushed

between teeth, dying

sugars of once growing

fruit, and i let it linger.

your hands map

a body that requires

no discovery,

nor conquest.

you speak softened

drama of fury and frenzy,

quiet underbelly, light

beaming into peaceful

dark interrupted by

minor collisions

bodies were built

to withstand. you,

looping daydreams

and gasps silent

under skin until

partitions of distance

and judgment lapse

into surreptitious mist.

you are the laugh

that falls orange

against my cheek

and dries slight

sweat cooling.

in the smallest fleck

of imagination, you

become a dream

i needed to recall

as muscles found

new persistence

flexing in a crucible

where the world

expands beyond

the steady scruff

of sandpaper

graded routine. you,

small map unfolding

a globe that vanished

within mundane block.

you open a door

with a word, if any,

or a pause hanging

like an ornament

in your full smirk.