I want to know who you are

when you separate your skin from your tights

when the sun bathes in air, roused like

the indentations in your hips

I want to diagram the angles of the mark

where your bra clasped your back a little too hard

I’ve been told reason trembles like me before love

but because I don’t love you I have so many reasons

to want you.

I need to note where your body betrays you,

sandy beach grass hair on your lower back

rose petals thrown at your feet, stretched blister upon blister

if you were not a goddess, maybe I would answer your calls

- Mia