Broken Brick Red

I want you
but what is this want 
and how do I know it?

The lust thick in the air
making me thick in the head
I claw at it, feral

The sun swollen and high
like us
threatening to explode 
like us

I feel the grit on my skin
and the taste of your sweat on my teeth
as we paint our town
broken brick red

I feel your eyes down to my bones
this humidity, to my bones
it just sits
and it waits
watching Urgency pass, with a smirk

I know this want
when my skin is alive
humming and buzzing
like a swarm of angry bees
and I can shed it and
still climb your body 

Ten thousand miles and two boyfriends
away,
I sit in the heat
panting,
wanting you.