My face cupped like a chalice in your hands as you kiss
my silk-bound mouth, pull my breasts free and tease them with hard fingers.
All in Poetry
Calculated
Pulling the trigger as I climaxed.
After all, revenge is a dish best served piping hot.
a virgin who can drive, or: hail mary, full of grace
the thing is:
i have never actually wanted to have sex
in the mechanical sense:
insert tab A into slot B.
Cleaning Off Things You Have Put in Your Vagina
This is something like a baptism
After all these years
Still trying to wash the forbidden
from the fruit
That's What Ze Said
Can I open
my arms to them,
to me?
Blackjack
the only counting I did
was not of cards
but of conversations
where I was called
a prude
innocent
Aquinas Strikes Out at Ave Maria University
Aquinas hadn’t been asked about his celibacy, although he would have revealed that his state of purity was chosen for its liberating potential
The Gutter
And suggest a round while we’re here
Because I’ll spare you the lecture
And find the door,
Ten pins left erect.
When I Found My Asexual Heart
I just wanted to pass
beneath your hot gaze,
pass beyond the glass
door to my desire:
a venti vessel filled
with iced chai.
Lisianthus nigrescens
"plants are all about sex, even Plato said it!"
Floriography
My roots are steel in the ground / My stem is not for breaking / Leave this flower where it stands
Gürtel / Belts
I always thought men looked better in suits. Like, in comparison with being naked.
Squish
I want to get drinks and food with you / Crawl into your brain places as we talk / Explore the topography of your mind web / And catch myself in your connections
A Love Letter to Grey-Asexuality
Your attraction is cautious, wanting to know someone before it will come out of hiding.
Repulsion
I feel off knowing romance / makes people happy but makes me
Why do I ask if I’m gray-ace when I know I’m gray-ace
It’s not that I’m against sex, or that I don’t even enjoy it / But it always feels like there’s something I’m missing
Untitled
When did I become a woman?
A Clockwork Orange
Yet, to me, the attraction is not just about the mind, the heart, or the soul…
Her Crush
And sex is not necessary, even if sexual fantasies are a part of her life.
I love you like a candle flickering on December 1st
I want to pour you thirteen cups of tea, / strawberry and cranberry, twirling, swirling, / like your eyebrows lifted when I said I didn’t want to have sex.