the universe between your teeth mesmerizes me enough to devour your mouthpiece anytime my dry land wishes for your rain—
 
the twin permanent mark drawn on your left chin just where my lip's been carries the faithfulness of your star to my crescent moon—
 
the boogie-wogie tummy below, made for my jelly palm, is yet to satisfy my thirst for a bear to hug, hyperventilating my hopes—
 
the manly dragon laying beneath the cave craves my flaming skin, a sensory cell, for a priceless souvenir, a game of thrones—...