Reminder: I do love / I love with the kind of intensity / that makes your stomach sick
All in Poetry
Reminder: I do love / I love with the kind of intensity / that makes your stomach sick
I saved us both a lot of pain / by breaking your heart / before anything could really begin.
I'll love you / and paint / your rainbow beauty / in a thousand words / or less.
Every boy I’ve wanted to love
is a map I’ve torn before arrival
because I worried they’d leave me roadside when I say
this is the farthest I want to go.
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.
Pulling the trigger as I climaxed.
After all, revenge is a dish best served piping hot.
the thing is:
i have never actually wanted to have sex
in the mechanical sense:
insert tab A into slot B.
This is something like a baptism
After all these years
Still trying to wash the forbidden
from the fruit
the only counting I did
was not of cards
but of conversations
where I was called
a prude
innocent
Aquinas hadn’t been asked about his celibacy, although he would have revealed that his state of purity was chosen for its liberating potential
And suggest a round while we’re here
Because I’ll spare you the lecture
And find the door,
Ten pins left erect.
I just wanted to pass
beneath your hot gaze,
pass beyond the glass
door to my desire:
a venti vessel filled
with iced chai.
My roots are steel in the ground / My stem is not for breaking / Leave this flower where it stands
I always thought men looked better in suits. Like, in comparison with being naked.
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
Your attraction is cautious, wanting to know someone before it will come out of hiding.