After Touching You, I Think Of Narcissus Drowning" By Leila Chatti

After Touching You, I Think of Narcissus Drowning"

How desire is a thing I might die for. Longing a well,

A long dark throat. Enter anybody

Of water and you give yourself up

To be swallowed. Even the stones

Know that. I have writhed

Against you as if against the black

Bottom of a deep pool. I have emerged

From your grip breathless

And slicked. How easily

I could forget you

As separate, so essential

You feel to me now. You

Beneath me like my own

Blue shadow. You silent as the moon

Drifts like a petal

Across your skin, my mouth

To your lip—you a spring

I return to, unquenchable, and drink.