PUT MY LIPS TO HERS EXPLORING HER MOUTH MEMORISING EVERY BUMP EVERY CURVE I WITHDRAW, AND LOOK INTO HER EYES HER EYES WERE SMILING AT ME BUT HER FACE WAS STILL UNSURE I GENTLY PUT MY ARM AROUND HER ASKING, ALMOST PLEADING FOR HER TO COME HOME WITH ME SHE STANDS AND WALKS TO THE DOOR NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO, OR IF I'VE OFFENDED HER, I FOLLOW "WHERE'S THE CAR" SHE ASKS INNOCENTLY I SMILE AND WALK PAST HER MY HAND BRUSHING HER ARSE AS I DO IT GIVES ME A TINGLING SENSATION I FEEL LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL AGAIN NEITHER OF US SAY ANYTHING, TILL I OPEN THE FRONT DOOR AND SHE COMPLIMENTS MY TASTE IN FURNITURE THEN GOES TO EXPLORE THE HOUSE TO LOOK FOR THE TOILET I THINK SO I'M LEFT ALL ALONE TO WONDER WHAT THE FUCK I'M DOING, AND IF I SHOULD SAY "SORRY I'LL CALL YOU A CAB" BUT BEFORE I CAN BECOME A REAL CHICKEN SHE WALKS BACK IN AND SITS ON THE COUCH I DO THE RITUAL TEA, COFFEE, FUCK IF I HAD THE GUTS I'D BE THAT BLUNT SHE REFUSES, TEA AND COFFEE THAT IS SO I SIT ON THE OTHER END OF THE COUCH TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY EVENTUALLY I BLURT OUT "NICE WEATHER WE'RE HAVING" MMM SHE REPLIES FUCK I HAVE TO RESORT TO WEATHER WHAT'S MY PROBLEM BUT THANK GOD SHE SAVES THE DAY AND THE MIGRAINE I HAD COMING ON STANDING, SHE WALKS OVER TO ME THEN SITTING ASTRIDE ME SHE BEGAN KISSING MY NECK AND ANYWHERE ELSE SHE COULD FIND THAT WAS IT I HAD TO HAVE HER, I PICKED HER UP AND CARRIED HER TO MY BEDROOM, LAYED HER ON THE BED AND BEGAN TO UNDO HER TOP GENTLY AND SLOWLY RING RING RING RING
AWAKE
MEL |
I dream of lizard aliens of battery coils protruding from inverted chests forming boyish breasts of snakeskin torsos the forked tongues of denim desire darting in-out in-out of lovers' mouths carving XXcess with homogeneous precision the trout the trout the trout migrating the landscapes of water + reason until it reaches home-base 3 strikes + your out the tinsel lovers sleep zig zag tonight turning broken texts into gold
3 becomes 1 becomes a chin cleft
I pack a switchblade in my cunt
Mi/chaela
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see gay poetry from queer gravity