your eyelids are sore? here, let me slip my fingertips beneath the skin and pull it back and loll my tongue around your eye, moisturizing and replenishing. let me straighten the lashes and pinch their middles with my fingerpads and curve them like the shape of your waist and hip while you lie on your side, lazy and languid, like sun streaks sneaking through broken shades. let me breathe over your corneas and blind you with my love, leaving hints of DNA in the corners and crevices of everything you see.