my neck is burning.

the ends of my nerves are frayed and brushing against one another to create

this warmth that creeps along my breastplate, swelling like a marshmallow

in the microwave, I am 

jealous, so so jealous. 

and then I deflate, realizing that I 

am not the only person alive and I 

am not the only person, not

the only one who is made up

of darting feet and frantic

need. 

I am not

the only one who wishes to be 

a moment of the bursting 

beautiful in you.