back to basics

the charcoal-cappuccino-foam sky consumes the high rises from above.

you skin is silver gilt and just as precious.
your kindness is a boa constrictor
and my heart is its prey.

the crossing light protects the corner like a guard
and the orange stop hand casts a hue over your face,
emphasizing texturized imperfections
in a way that just makes me love you more.

i want to reach my hand out,
your face like a topographic map
i need to feel the mountains and valleys of,
and taste the river that forms the line of your mouth.

i feel like a teenager holding another person for the first time,
and similarly,
i think i will drown if i let go.