Buttery Arms

English is not my maternal language,

but I’ve heard your tongue has engaged,

a turn around my hips.

Honey, I don’t know what that means,

but your lips are clear.

Saliva in my ear.

Please put it between…

My lips are sealed,

I think somehow the universe wants to heal,

And somehow we’re in this universe together,

Can you please me smoother?

I’m starting to lose my words,

I said, English is not…

I said, I’m not sure I can afford,

Another night, I forgot.

Honey, I’ll lust after you all my life,

Between those paper walls, I’ll say it with my knife,

On my buttery arms.