and stripped of pride
I watch
beat by beat
my heart crawling towards love’s shore
a puppy in the sand
my fingers running their way
through his hair
(dangerously dark)
unfaithfully deserting
the ego of my hand

shamelessly
my eyes feast upon his
(ravens upon innocent flesh)
devouring
layer by layer
the skin of a soul
or two
chimneys may be struck by thunder
roofs blown away by giant winds

I sit still
inhabited by goose bumps
while the computer spells his name
in capitals italics or bold
until
I slip
and tumble
and fall
into the Dimple of his Chin



every time