I love the way the smoke flies from your lips
in opposite directions around the pipe
like a choochoo train
or an angry cartoon boys ears.
And then it comes out in bursts
Bursts of “oooooo”
Like the smoke reads me
It knows the oddities of my version of love.
I love the strange curve of the space
between your eyebrow and your cheek
I live in the curve of your bones
I’ve been living here for months.
And when I move my hand along it
It seems like something less
Something implying sex
This is appreciation.
No, this is fandom.
I remember being told I was a goddess
Through the still thick air
Listening to the news of a fake desert town.
But more than that I remember the way you said my mouth tastes
Like hamburger buns
And you like it but you don’t know why.
I’d be worried about our stability
If I didn’t trust your hands.
Boys in crop tops <3333