A Night of Black and a Day of Deserts

‘Your skin is making me think I should go home, I don’t know how to act around it and I want to hurt you, I’m so crazy about you and your face makes me wish I could punch it and squeeze you up into a tiny ball with all my might, you’re so beautiful’, he whispers.
‘It’s o.k.’, I say.
I understand.
I have wanted to bite people fiercely too, a thousand kisses deep out of bursting love in a moment in which it’s hard to contain.
Somewhere where nails become claws and limbs become hooks in skin like rice paper.
It’s a restless night between you and me.
But in the morning there’s a cheery wave from stranded you.
Stranded in my town called indifference where it doesn’t really matter which street you walk down or turn you take, you just end up back in the main square with the dim lights.
I’m afraid I just don’t see you.
And I grow sad.
Because I wish I felt that need to hurt you too.