Seducing

I belong to the watermelon club
of certain seven year-olds
with jet black hair and grand designs
scratching that smell sticker is the password

I inhale the faint scent left on your pillow
soap and lavender and stolen tobacco drags
silky aristocratic skin disguised as laborer's roughness
the memory of your touch is my key to the house of magic

I smile on screens and mirrors too
a wide grin unfettered by dental tragedies
 flooding with light my eyes long resigned to
 darkness of happiness relinquished

I sleep without clothes and enveloping covers
for I relish the freedom of being
the magnet of such warmth without poles
to pull me under or against

I dance lightly along options and tasks and chores
and  all along  I imagine driving my fingers deep into your brain
ripping open your rib cage and  biting off your jugular vein
that braids that slender neck of yours

This fire is green and lustrous and sly
the seduction is madly disorienting
I am losing feathers off wings for homing
is no more the destination, soaring is the prize