I’m loosening the tightest overcoatUnzipping curtains just to hide the showCloth openings are getting wider nowRip off the fibers that contain it allHer nectarines rub my faceI couldn’t hardly wait to tasteSometimes we’d bury half the moon(with only air we’d drink in)She moves up and flutters moth-likeWith broken bodies all nightWe conquer everything we knewHer aching skin longs to encompass meOur melting flesh drips over satin sheetsHer shapes and curves are all I ever needI bless her lips before I set her free