oil on my back
his hands turn me
warm
hugged
all night
I am loved
he’s the prince from the movies and novels and songs
only better
his feet touch the earth
he’s the myth of undying affection
from a gaze at a starry night sky
he’s the unwanted explanation
to my unuttered longings for why
all I questioned I could
all I hoped
all I thought I would never evoke
heat on my back
on my belly his lips
I am art not expressed
or degraded to tips
my love makes me omnipotent
as I rhyme
I remember his scent
