Ode to Your God Damned Body
Many times, we slipped into your bed anxiously.
I would trace the velvet and stone in your hips
With my fingers, and lift my eyes from your shoulder to see
yours that have drifted to sleep. I part your lips
with mine. I would kiss your neck, the slithering
and silky snake that it is. You would awaken, lay
your fake arms around me. Unaware, my heart, withering,
did offer itself to those brown eyes, that would play
me songs. All the while, the songs I thought were riddles
were goodbye’s and hello’s to hosts of others, new.
So here’s a song for you, while you sit and while you fiddle
And dream of all the wonders to explore: fu.ck You.
The dark pools in your face, that I thought
Beautiful, are only reflections of your soul – lesson taught.
I think this is gorgeous and searing and I just had to share.
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