Nose curves, to Cupid’s bow, to vulnerable expanses of skin
over weaknesses. Pressing kisses to his neck,
Floating in aquarium coral arrangements, euphoric,
engulfed together, encapsulated together,
His throbbing heart, chilled atop my slabstone altar,
Heat falling from his body in waves, to my stiffness
His warmth, like hands constricting around my throat
Sweat in the form of jellies swim and swirl by us, skin to skin to skin
Tongues slapping into their cradles.
Wet, muscular tongues
bound by wet hair, agonized eyes
Skin. Skin, skin.
Bruised lips, flushed with fresh, hot blood.
Plump with , buzzing with touch: excitement
Preparing for another kiss
Bracing for something as delicate
Warmonger defenses built armored walls
Fortified with force, with fear
To face sensuality, its soft, swollen sex,
Lips over teeth encasing tongues
Swimming in saliva
I. Pineda (they/them) is a language artist occupied with sensuality, touch, and communication. They find joy in capturing moments shared in the space between people through visceral freeform poetry.