We aren't on speaking terms
but
we **** nightly
that way
we don't have to see one another.
All day long we are:
coarse hair fly legs under each other's skin,
black drops of ink in a jade bowl of milk,
genocidal gestures.
There is a part of me that loves you
(despite all the harm we've conceived)
it slides in and out of you as I write this.
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 8:35 PM UTC
We aren't on speaking terms
but
we **** nightly
that way
we don't have to see one another.
All day long we are:
coarse hair fly legs under each other's skin,
black drops of ink in a jade bowl of milk,
genocidal gestures.
There is a part of me that loves you
(despite all the harm we've conceived)
it slides in and out of you as I write this.
