matt r

matt r Mar 8

palm        unreserved (by air)
but filled so (like it owns me)

there is space in my

arm             unslept on
where you (are my) rest

& space in my

shoulder           undreamt &
airgapped (so blancficially)

there is space in my
bed

not fate's       (nor maybe's)
but mine's      now (for you

& you

& you

& you)

matt r Mar 8

she turns freeform

she curls out the window
& turns freeform,

into such a thing
like
how i inhale her

,the harsh creamsoothing
of ice water calms

the red light down.

matt r Mar 8

pearloil

the glistening
pearloil
which is You;
incarnate
on my ribbone.

matt r Mar 7

surge ry

the
little
pant,

the rolling
purrs the dove
trills in c,

the hard-resisted
shiver the warm
-femured touch
the spinal
archway,

surging
haptic
lovetap.

and done.

matt r Mar 7

hipsful

it's come
& never
left,

always right
beneath the
rough touch;

handfuls
of your
hipsful
& waistful
i hold you
& feel you
and you
feel me like
cigarette
burns.

i like my body when it is with your

matt r Mar 7

sureline

peach-fuzz,remedy
my touch. i have
dreamt of it;
read of it
since your
eyed-good,bye.

been reading.

matt r Mar 6

i once saw a rat use human infrastructure

ont blistered walk
aroundt couple

who stood on folds
of nekked geese:

"why oh why wings ???"

let em grow hooks
to throw at trambacks

& ride long past
the cryptid men

who hop

skip

& step

on dirtichor landmines.

make up.