inglishhh infiltrationnn

the skin of your cheeks is soft at first
touch
tiny pockets and divets, scars wearmarks and tearmarks,

stains from the sun, the eternal tan tones of flesh, color of cafe,
deep-bodied brew, light notes of cologne,
you smell of you.
of comfort, of warmth, of sweat and hot showers,
chocolate milk, inverted love, dirty dishes, we wash together.

i feel at home here, next the the plains of your scratched skin.

my body, worn, loved, lived, powerful, arching potential still young

i curl to you, rub wrinkles into the corners and connection points.

the place where your chin shadows your neck.

i like to hide there, a pocket of respite, sholdered and held
the textures of skin, collared shirt. your pulse beats against my nose. i rest lightly. poised.

estás roncando, amor