there came a time in our life when we grew up
became aware of workings
the excision of taste and beauty
the warmth of light on bare skin
the echoing, in and out
always with the glowing
everybody is going through this
remembering the name of your first crush,
or your last crush,
or your next crush.

the vibration behind those eyes are wild
sometimes at night
when her eyes are blown wide open,
the coldest blonde
complete and total punishment.