The_Poets_Tea
Gender Nonconforming
I’m a poet who explores self-discovery, vulnerability, and life’s complexities through vivid imagery and concise language. I love experimenting with different forms and hope my work resonates with you. If you enjoy what you read, a like and comment would
Down the stairs, to the left. Creeeak... Step... Step...
His door closed, I creep up... Click!... Creeak... Unlocked;
Closed door, lights dim, dark red with lust;
Hours late, he plays me such as he does his violin.
Bodies tight, musk, and my perfume.
Start off slow, savor the taste, his mouth on mine, non to waste.
Sweat and kisses, bites my neck; Slides in, and plays his deck.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:16 PM UTC
The connotation—the impulse.
The urge, and the strike.
A candle, a lighter—
the flame that ignites.
Sitting on the floor, in my room that night;
pen on paper, those words in my head.
Then the flame burned the papers—a fire so red.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:12 PM UTC