skin tells you where to touch it if you listen and yours has been yelling telling the stories of yes and no stop and go slow like a snail that knows the next rainfall is at least a week away i listen to your skin say right there as if there was where goosebumps become speed bumps my fingers become tree trunks slowly growing into forests skin becomes kindling as we begin smoke signaling lips to move in your mouth is a bargain bin and i was looking for a deal it was practically boxing day when i heard your skin say your clothes were 100 off and your concerns were out of stock i could listen to your skin talk for the better part of a week so long as it will speak to me of you turning knowledge into a residue whose values is determined by how much pressure i apply when i place my hands where you want me to few are the smiles i ve sought with such relentlessness as if to dismiss all other aspects of my life and focus on now and how it is you came to be an answer to the question i ask myself the last time i was alone i ve grown from the head down refusing to plant my feet to the ground because only statues were made to stand still and i will walk to you so long as i can hear your skin say you ve got my back like vertebrae and that this constant backache stems from the fact that you ve cracked these bones back into position so i may stand for something more than beauty is on the inside or you can make it if you try i am not a goddamn symbol i m just like you i put my pants on one leg at a time the only difference is when my pants are on i m awesome but you want my pants off and well that s fucking awesome so you can save rum and henessey for someone other than me because i want to be sober for this you can dismiss ice cubes candle wax handcuffs and all that other stuff because i refuse to believe that my touch is not enough to turn you on because i will touch you like going is the new drug and we re both gone i want your body to be something i did wrong i want you to hold it against me this is just to say i don t imagine you saran wrapped in black latex or seeping out the edges of something tight and red i don t close my eyes to dream of your back arched at the impossible angle of a bow pulled tight encouraging your shoulder blades to drip the blood of stockpiled broken hearts but i hope the sound of you not shielding your eyes from my blinding humility will one day top the charts it s the most beautiful thing i ve ever heard ad you re the charlie chaplin of your beautiful s cause you make me believe it when you say it all without saying a word and looking at you it occurred to me i could sit around all day wearing nothing but your kiss you make mirrors want to grind themselves back down into sand because they can t do your reflection justice and this just in i am done with those who in life would have made me fight an army of imperfection a battalion of flaws tonight we re going to keep this city up when they hear our bodies slap together like applause