only when i can’t breathe. 

only when i touch my body.

only when i don’t feel right.

starry chimes tinkle down 

from my lips to my toes, up again

& there’s nothing i’ve ever

craved more

.

but for your taste lingering,

but for my back arching, 

but for a warm release 

churning time to a slow,

buttery halt

. 

my mind is a clear crisp day.

birds chirp in prime-mate spring,

echoing inside my ears

to drown out everything 

but this bonded moment

(10/20/25)

my song-inspired series