Desire

*I* introduce myself as a system of longing *He* shares his taste for salt and topologies of skin the largest organ, he says, is want is a bleeding poem is a flower made of flesh butter snow his knuckles soon burrowing in my cheek searching for surrender

I chain wishes on the exterior glass of a door I open only to discoveries under the lid of night. Desire microscopic here, discovering a lost tissue of molecules on the tongue. A cat suddenly on the roof shoots drops of moonlight. My fingers run on the keyboard afraid they won't find the alphabet anymore.