Crickets

I want to consume you
I want to take the sound of your rasping, panting 
breath
and swallow it into me 
gulping.
lapping.
until my mouth is filled with birdsong
and my teeth are the black sky
holding the music 
like a velvet bag
cradles a jewel


I want to buzz 
and tingle 
like a cicada
while every pore of my body 
seeps water
that tastes like the ocean
and smells like sex
and sand


I want to break through your decency 
and modesty 
like my teeth seep slowly into the soft, hot, red
tomatoes of August


I want to turn our bodies into 
raspberry sun tea
melted together
by friction and fire
and warm summer sunlight
I want you.

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