felicity

your air, your breath, your
held-high head on your helpless heart :
despite the view of others
i know whats underneath.
i've seen that bare earth,
that fertile soil

why is it
that I've run a marathon
after every encounter?
these spots behind my eyes don't lie.
try to shake it away
and your image
is scalded into the skin.
my teeth ache, wanting
to bite into your
crisp fruit,
and hear that
snap of the peel.