Adore to ignore.
All I ever wanted was intimate,
not even sex,
just thrill of flesh.
You fondled the words in your mouth before breathing them.
I envied those syllables.
I do not love you
but it would still be making love
even if all we did was hold on.
I am suspicious of grasping,
how addictive tethering, cleaving ourselves together,
but your proxy created deafening feedback,
skin so loud
I could not read the lie in your glitter,
stop the confession in my eyes,
I want to be unpeeled,
are you hungry?