smitten

 
You nudge  
my wet opening  
with the  
firm flesh of  
your head  
 
and pause  
above me  
 
to just stare  
 
as if I were  
a gift  
 
oh god  
 
that action  
fucks my day  
in inarticulate  
ways which  
excoriate  
my insides  
like a  
love-scar  
Brillo pad  
 
scrubbing  
my skittishness  
to reveal something  
deeper than  
the lies  
I’ve hidden  
my mind  
 
I pull your head down  
for an open-eyed kiss  
and push you into my  
newly scrubbed  
heart-skin  
 
and swoon somewhere  
too deep to tell you  
that I…  
 
that you…  
 
I can’t say shit.  
 
I’m too smitten by the way  
your light blue eyes  
rake my face,  
as if  
I were the first time  
you’ve seen daylight  
 
and I’m so caught up    
in that tantric  
soul-fed moment  
that I’m left  
breathlessly enchanted  
by the way you feel  
in me  
 
before we’ve even started