Hipster-Hipped Sweetheart

Let me knit you a sweater,
let me push your
over across your desk
and let my whispering
trail across your thin chest.

Can you hear the
longing in my breath?
It is a rogue wave.
Somedays
I wake and am toppled
from starboard by
the crushing sound
of your laugh.

Don't be happy,
don't show me the whites
of your teeth, perfectly crooked,
the better to kiss you.
I will take your 
stubbly face into my 
shaking palms
and suck out your soul
through my closed teeth.
Steal the wind out of your
pink lungs.

Look at me a little longer,
with your lost-sea eyes,
the blue I will bury myself
in. Like the ancient Icarus,
I'm flying too high.
I'll fall into you,
my heart dead
from altitude.

I'm free falling from space,
stuck in a tailspin,
into the vastness
of you.
The impact will kill us both,
earthquake shockwaves,
I want to break your fingers.
Don't you play anymore music,
don't you play anymore chords.

I'm choking on my own breaths
stuck in limbo,
my body separate and drifting into you.

Slender-wristed angel,
my hipster-hipped baby,
the small of your back is
the lake I swim in,
the curve of your body
is my garden.

Let me tuck myself into you,
let's sleep real late,
and let me breathe in the
musk of your body.

But no no
no 
   no
      no.
Shattered
glass thrown from a
speeding car.
An old puzzle with
4 missing pieces.

You won't take my hand,
won't rub my back
or hold me for photos.
No,
we will stand feet apart
for the rest of our lives,
as I wake up breathless
and dying.
You will be that fluid in my lungs. 

With your name on my lips I
will always, always surrender.
Trying to sleep away
you.

There is no cure
for you, digging deep
into my skin,
you are the sin
I crave.