Kinetic, undressed skin. 

          My hand           

gliding across your naked spine.

      In the right light,

all shivering boys look electric.    

 

If I time it just right,

            the space will align perfectly,       

and I’ll reach between each atom

      in your chest,

            blending our flesh together.

            

I will undo everything

      – I swear –

until you sing yourself 

     to life.       

 

I will meet many men after you, 

            each one hollow and lifeless        

beneath their undressed flesh,

        and repeat         

the same desperate ritual

            with them all.