Thirst

I want your stomach to touch my lower back as we lay on our sides
like a newborn searching for the milk of her mother with closed eyes

we are puzzle pieces that click into place with soft movements and no effort

your hands slide down 

down 

slowly

from the mountain of my breast, 

to the forest beneath

there is a freshwater well waiting for you there

and you drink with haste like you have been parched for your entire life 

my hands fold above my head 

in the shape of a volcano 

our breaths are synced 

i want you to take mine with you, away

forever