roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and I love you-siken

He had green eyes,
so I wanted to sleep with him-
green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool-
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely keeping him inside.
I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
like a crash test car.
I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful,
kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
So it’s summer, so it’s suicide,
so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.
~
Richard Siken ~ Little Beast