skin against skin, like for like
your acetone breath
feeds the sugar craving
in the depths of my lungs
hands wander, without a home
the dermal burn is like a fever,
contagious and unbound.
we share the air,
maneuvering inspiration
in the direction of sight
drawing the blood to the surface
with each ragged exhalation
seeking escape from containment
so ravaged, so drenched in the
humidity of their own heat
that they squeal like steam
billowing forth
until the boiling point is reached,
surpassed,
and there is nothing left in the kettle.
