Sexy Boy - Air

It feels like a trap

When Dolly needs to talk to him

And lures me over with I’ll just be two

I’m instantly ensnared by you

A rich mahogany fringe cascading over perfect olive skin

Every web-delicate strand resting perfectly, poised upon

A heavy brow which is laden with all of the world’s ills and yet has the strength to lift them, and me, with the slightest…

I want to feel what they feel

Tiny white bumps like braille that I long to trace my finger-pads over

Stars beneath two deep-set mid-blue moons

Jet pupils

Black holes drawing me into a void where time is warped incomprehensibly

I want to be lost to them eternally

Lips, that edge down at the corners yet somehow carry a smile

Perfect in their fullness

The words dance over them as they escape

Your breath draws me in and across them as you inhale

I just want to

Want

To

Oh fuck

You’re looking at me

Why are you looking at me?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Oh fuck

Who else is looking at me?

What can they see?

They mustn’t…

Oh fuck

You’re still looking

Stop smiling

Stop looking

Oh fuck

You

Know?

I’ve got to go