in those days we were all grit
and computer screen grime
nails too far out from the hardwood floor
the last time we kissed the car was in drive
and I wondered if we had
anything still
exhilarating until
fingers burnt on blown out tires
nose bleeds in the morning
novelty by the mouthful
you’re destruction,
that’s holy in hindsight
I re-scratch your patterns in my back
lick the old twists of your tongue
in the beginning, you said
you’d leave me whole
I itch for anything you left undone.
Mar 9, 2022
Mar 9, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
in those days we were all grit
and computer screen grime
nails too far out from the hardwood floor
the last time we kissed the car was in drive
and I wondered if we had
anything still
exhilarating until
fingers burnt on blown out tires
nose bleeds in the morning
novelty by the mouthful
you’re destruction,
that’s holy in hindsight
I re-scratch your patterns in my back
lick the old twists of your tongue
in the beginning, you said
you’d leave me whole
I itch for anything you left undone.