Intoxicating Intimacy

Wrap your teeth around me,
speak
again. My name,
I hear it,
I hear you.
Everyone hears me.
Our hands move,
glide through,
over, under, in, out.
I feel it,
I feel you.
Nobody feels me.
Wrap your smoke around me,
breathe
again.
My name,
condescending,
this is wrong.
I hear it,
I hear you.
I ignore it, I take it in
but not again.