face to face,
inspired by ted hughes’ lovesong
your glances were land mines,
tripped in my amygdala.
my eyes were tousled songbirds,
flitting about the room.
your heart a sprinter,
i held the stopwatch.
my smile a sinking ship,
you gulped it whole.
your voice the edge of a steak knife,
with my lips the steak,
my palms were magnets for your palms
cold and heavy and drawing us closer.
your laugh a bomb bursting in air,
too loud and standing for something.
my cheeks the rockets’ red glare,
rosy and burning into a headache.
each breath a roller coasting
off its tracks, and us along for the ride.