power animal is the brand
she faked it for so long
that it finally stuck
except
with him
with him
there’s no hiding
he slides down her shirt
charting kisses like algorithms
up her neck
abstract to introduction
their lips meet
slippery and sweet
and it rattles
the ground she walks on
forgetting Amy Cuddy,
she can’t stand tall
with him, she’s
usually horizontal
his fingers sink inside her
like a mad painter in a stroke of genius
mixing colors together
faster and faster
he holds her closer
he sees her
on different dimensions
from lioness to whimpering mess