I am thinking about the taste of saltwater on your lips.
I am thinking about the scorching sun toasting your skin.
In the morning, I will think about the laundry and the gas bill.
In the morning, I will turn off the alarm and put the memory
of the weight of your mouth on mine into the back of my mind.
Right now, I am thinking about the way your skin and my skin merge.
Right now, I am thinking nothing shy of a force-field could keep us apart.