We never really knew whether this was our heart's calling
Or knew how far the both of us had actually fallen
We merely understood that we enjoyed the teasing and playing
And we learnt to appreciate it even more when it was raining.
It started with simple ideas of loneliness and singularity
Then it became a rather complete ******* plurality
We'd find words to describe the sensation as we climaxed
Only to come to no avail over how lost we were in our tracks
And it'll occupy a permanent space in my memories
Entitled 'Rainy days: my bestie taught me to write stories'.

Sorry
Treasured
Acquaintance &
Readers

Good & Great friends
Apologies, This
Zany creature
Expects you all to be disappointed
Rightfully so.

this lalala lightly felt
high noon breeze 
has my head stuck
in all sorts of texty zoos

legs hips navel
clavicle ridge line
hands behind binary bars shallow

these wet blues i feel
feel real
swimming hues
suggesting so much

i am the fool who'll 
follow knotty impressions and
fall for that crevice
just beyond
crenelated hipflesh

where woolly strips the color of sea unders
straps across
and barely covers it
 
three
light
taps
of the tongue
at the back of
both incisors 

is all it takes

and i

lick you
from where you came
to where you went

Write the words
of your heart
of your mind
of your soul
take those words you write
and tell them to all

i was so worried about me being the one
hurting you
yet now the roles are reversed
and i'm the one crying on the floor
asking you, to not go
and you're so cold and confusing with the way you said "i love you" so soon
and how it scared me, yet gave me this sense of security
i asked you to stop saying it
you complied, as if it was so easy, as if you changed your mind
that loving me was something you couldn't actually do
and how i'm always the one saying, i'm sorry
and i'm the one watching your back in the fear of you leaving
how did everything become so messy?
i thought for once, i was going to be doing the heartbreaking
but it isn't so
you're the one with hands around my throat
watching me choke
and then you'll go
and i will be the one, again and again, with a heart broke

these days are farther
from the light.
choose to trust
or hedge your bets?

or can i even trust myself?
and, if so, which self?

meh, that's
the question.

Aesthetics of woman
roundness warmth
loquacious fecundity

Desire overcome
all that remains-

Beauty