All Photos on cover by Andie Meadows
Models Lucky Stiff, Liz Gomez and Jory Zhang
All Poems by Leah Ball
With my ripe mouth
And sensitive toes
I move through this cold world
But there are pockets of warmth I want to taste
There are refractions of dancing light I want to touch
There are tunnels between moments of clarity
Like finding tears at the edges of laughter,
Or emotions that start at the roof of your mouth
That I can only witness
So I breath in what sensations I can
to construct a relic from my particules
That I will use to play into my body
Using my fingers i will conjure a bright light
Within my belly I will cultivate a warmth
And in the pulsating pleasure of my expanding cum
I will enact love for this world through touch on myself.
The subway is tight
Someone is pushed too close behind me
and the way I startle reminds me of when
You come up behind me when I am distracted
and kiss the soft place below my hipbone
Leaving a trace of saliva that cools
as I jump away
has no idea they made me wet
You write in red marks and purple bruises on my skin
Love letters in teeth, tongue and lips
My responses are left
Hanging in the air
Everywhere my breath catches
Or a soft moan escapes.
You take your thumb roughly over my mouth,
Saliva spreading across my cheek.
your other hand slowly traces down the middle of my body
Penetrating my core with just the littlest touch
I want you to know that such a small thing
A whole punch size area on your middle index finger
Is lightening to me
It erases any other thought but the demanding need between my legs
My skin burns
The air in my chest heats up and expands
It is a tingling, suffocating warmth that sedates me
You guide your fingers in search of the wetness I am dripping.
Its an ocean and you take two fingers and plunge into my rolling waves.
I drip down your arm as you coax moans from my belly
I am trying to sit still but I know you can feel how open my legs have become
It shows in your bitten lower lip.
A feeling of sinking, thick and slow
Are you sinking into me?
Or did the line you trace along my body become a seam that I am folding into?
You bring me back toward your eyes
By slowly pulling your fingers from inside me.
It’s a deep sensation, your warmth leaving me from within.
Jolts me to this side of consciousness
taking your wet fingers up to your mouth.
I shut my eyes and think of the way you taste
As you taste me.
You bring your lips down to slowly savour mine
Speeding up in tempo with my heart and breath
Until I burst at the seams you scored with your finger
For a moment I am not a body, for a moment I am only a body.
Possibly I am just a warm haze floating above your face.