hands dripping down sides.
between and within and without,
and me making a mockery
of organic chemistry
with little black and white models
in calvin klein underwear
who never eat chocolate ice cream by the gallon.
[i write in cursive to dillute my words,
take notes in sloppy print,
compose love letters in beautiful script
just to watch an evolution]
hands dripping down sides.
pale freckles and birthmarks
and sly smiles and soft bites
and eyes that expand into forever.