shillouette of your entrails

I am your water coloured iris
I am your tongue as it unfurls
I am the gap between your teeth
I am the split end of your curls
I am underneath your nails
As they scrath upon your skin
I am the acid in your stomach as your trying to get thin
I am the edge of your third finger as it tightens round your pen
I am the heavy breathing in your restless sleep again
I am the faded scar
On the corner of your lip
I am the blood that rushes through you
When your hand is on my hip
I am the longing wetness
When your eyes lock onto mine
I'm that neuron flooded tingling
That shiver down your spine
I am the shillouette of your entrails
I am yours, and you are mine.