i want to kiss every pigment of the tattoos on your skin

i want to worship you

i want to build an altar of sweat and sun and spring flowers

and lay you on it like something precious

i want to hunt down every freckle

on the skin that haunts me every time i close my eyes

and brand it with my fingertips

i want to hold you like something breakable

i want to break you

i want to find god in the dip where your hips meet your waist. where your neck meets your shoulders.

i want to mark up your collarbones with teeth and adoration

i want to love you the way the sun loves the mountain tops at dawn

the way spring loves the cherry trees

i want to kiss you like you're made of holy water

and im going straight to hell