The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
