Jaguar

 


Air grows thin
as your breath
begins to rise

feeling flesh
moulding into
the arch of
your spine,

I won't
apologise
for knowing
where your
itches lie

as my nails
crawl down
scratching
every part
of them,

how my
tongue finds
every flame
burning
in you

slowly
dousing
each little
flicker

as sighs
imprint
on my
jaw.