settling spins

let’s lay on the front porch;

let your spins settle while mine start,

as I look at you

laying there, perfect- 

head tilted to the sky 

and mine on its side 

looking at you,

smiling without control.

maybe I’ll catch the blemish on your cheek,

the one that frames your eyes

and the whirling within them.

and maybe the cold air will sooth 

this heat in my head, on my lips, 

radiating off my neck. 

I wont even kiss you.

no, it’s a sin to ruin art like this

and i wont do that.