“It should have been different
It could have been easy
But pride has a way of holding too firm to history”

i’m a part of a species so beautiful
that we build little homes out of nature
to shield us from nature
and walls that we hide behind
and think about ******* each other
before falling asleep

I'm terrified of the moment I'll first touch your skin
brace to the blows, and let you in
I wonder if we will hold back our first kiss
shyness in tension                        still burning my hips

breath in my chest, skin over bones
dragging my teeth, hands free to roam
lifting to fingertips, sunk in my bed
drip down my throat
and cement in my head.