I dive into your skin

I dive into your skin like liquid
burrow in the cracks
of your hands
slide across the dip
near your collar bone
oh how nice it feels!

on the tip of my nose

I hold the color in your eyes
(the golden honey crater orbs)
and whisper,
I want you most on the weekends
at 6 o’clock in the evening

your hair curls around
my brain like
sugar-sweet tentacles
tickling my thoughts

the small white scar
on the divot of your back
reminds me you are human
reminds me you are mine

but does that make you
a possession, saying
“you are mine”?

because you are not
something to own
nor a liquid
nor even a person

but a small, twinkling idea
settled on the bottom
of my ribcage
sending sporadic bursts
of sunlight warmth
through my light, white body