After Touching You, I Think of Narcissus Drowning by Leila Chatti
After Touching You, I Think of Narcissus Drowning
How desire is a thing I might die for. Longing a well,
a long dark throat. Enter any body
of water and you give yourself up
to be swallowed. Even the stones
know that. I have writhed
against you as if against the black
bottom of a deep pool. I have emerged
from your grip breathless
and slicked. How easily
I could forget you
as separate, so essential
you feel to me now. You
beneath me like my own
blue shadow. You silent as the moon
drifts like a petal
across your skin, my mouth
to your lip—you a spring
I return to, unquenchable, and drink.
You know this—how deep desire can be. How I feel blessed to have hours upon hours looking at your face.
I know what hunger is because I yearn for you.
The way I want to find your hands on my body. The way I go looking for your mouth in the dark, always, and everywhere.
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