Threaded Breathwork

Scent of coco-
nut sweating wildly
on your skin.

I taste cream
on your neck.
Breath trails along

each gasp, a competition
to see who can be loudest.
I press my finger to your

collarbone and stop your
exhales, a dangerous game
I play with you. The same

way we let go of each other
after we fuck, we keep our hands
off when it’s finally

time to leave each other
for a little while, each one
of us bound by a thread

we’ve tied onto our backs. 
A slight tugging.
The game we play. 

We get knotted in
between the intersection
of dove and wolf.