Mary’s brother, Ethan, is intrigue
through a secret splinter. I gawk
at him sketching his hands
while his ears pour wire.

He would taste me. But I’m in love
with the raw pink under his blistered
fingers, the tap dancing callouses
chipping away
at their dusty recycled plane.

I only want to be the genius
in the dark chocolate that dissolves
two hemispheres—

the melting into the mouth
of that infinite gape.