i need a lover
who drags his hands
across my body and watches it enflame.
pink clusters, dragmarks, handburns
cover my body like the gentlest game of tic-tac-toe
and i will win, even if you do.

i need a lover
who knows the difference
between a game of tic-tac-toe
and battleship. explore me, yes, yes, please.
but do not sink me. palpitate
on the crevices of me
until you see me open.

i need a lover
who knows enough about irony
to not try to connect my birthmarks
into solar systems. i am no solar system,
i am moon,
every piece of me, so you need to
sway your tide
to each orbit of me. bless your waters
when i am full.

i need a lover
who is as in love with my discovery
as me. an astronaut
with a penchant for periscopes
and starcharts,
astrology. who wants to figure me out
but let me be.

Photo credit: Johan Klovsjö on Flickr

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