how it beg(in)s,,  in,, a backwards glance Under VioletSweet chords

(and it was so god damn sweet) a stare one second Too Long, long,, long enough to 

catch on your eyelash,, ((my intestines curl in on themselves))

and your fingertips pricked my wrist –

this was – it never was – what i planned,, i

and How : these flowers crawl up my esophagus ,,

((please,, i wanna be tangleTanglewrapped in your finest spider web))

& do u beg for this? these smoke-saturated touches (thighs over thighs)

Want& Colliding like so – i think my body grows flowers just for you,

i pick them out of my skin, all shades of purple and red, and i think i like it,

i think i like      you,,,