Please read and enjoy the words of a talented writer.
stripped of ambiguity finally at last.
his mind is my garden –
i run in it with bare feet,
chasing careless fingers and rush
fucking, drowning myself in rough love.
embraces like anger. the way he
singles me out with the tip of
tongue. slip it – entering what i can’t
reach. white and red on our palette
you paint me. all over my chest.
crying want into war, we
toss and turn under black. no sleep,
all sex. your face, my neck
spit through humidity that melts
my skin. the wax of me drips, and
Heaven is south for us.