i like my eyes when they are with your
mouth, chewing. it is so quite
everyday a thing and yet
(i swear
god forgets himself
watching you eat toast)

you bite and there is
crumbs and your lip
licks the corner of itself and i
am
absolutely unmade.

i like your fingers
(left hand holding
nothing at all)
i like the way they twitch between bites
like maybe you're about to gesture or pray
or remember a thing
you'll never say.

i like your noise
soft-throat clear
the way silence curls around your chewing
like it wants to taste too.

and (suddenly) i am
all nerves and
nerves more.

you drink from the chipped mug
the one we don’t throw out
and i am the coffee and the
handle and
whatever it is that
makes mornings want to be touched.

and possibly i like the thrill
of how nothing happens,

and yet you look up
and i am completely kissed.