when we fuck
i see stars
on your
flat base white
ceiling, screaming
out to me:
i feel loved.
we're dirty disgusting
sex on the kitchen floor
we never wait
we don't want to wait
i don't think we've ever waited
i just want to love you
all over until pomegranate
seeds appear on my altar
each day
we fall asleep
snoring
holding hands
smiling
YOU ARE READING
soft light
Poetryi just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addict...
