I want to lock my face cams
on your chocolate-cake eyes
ski your hardline nose with my q finger
swipe your plush-ice mouth with my spacebar trackpad thumb
examine with my i finger
the precious folds and little faint hairs
of your pinna
trickle my j finger down the long line
from the left hinge
and my f finger down the long line
from the right hinge
of your jaw
to the sharp tip of your chin
and breathe on you like I breathed
on my babies.
Make that word
—“sensual”—
mean something.
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First published in my chapbook q finger (PressPress, March 2011).
From lemon oil
Jackson 