Poetry

Keep Me Here

keep me here. With your hands, Your mouth. Make it hard for me to get out of bed. Hard to think. Become my world, If just for a moment

Wishing and Wanting

I want to feel you won’t hold yourself back– you won’t avoid all the things you want you need to know I belong to you, my love– whether you can give me all I need right now I wish I could be good enough, wanted, sexy. you wish for energy, time, health to do right by me.

I Woke Up Like This

wantonly grinding against the mattress, wishing–hoping–for you behind me i can feel your hairy thighs tearing at mine– your fingers clawing into the soft flesh of my hips. my breasts take my weight as we (we? I mean I–you aren’t here, are you?) force the unwanted pillows off the bed. I breathe in the sheet, filling my nose with longing. Fingernails mark my hips. Teeth grab my shoulder. I push up, back, into you.