i have cravings for you
midday, i make my trip
from my brooklyn brownstone
to purchase you,
a woman with a chip in her tooth
and a painted-lip manicure
hands you to me
i treasure you,
feel your weight between
thumb and forefinger,
stashed in my bones
like the ocean you were
born from
i hold your on my
way outside, look
down the street
in awe
because in this city
everything shines
and when you peel back
the layers of skin
it's curious, what
a mistake a body
could make
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
i have cravings for you
midday, i make my trip
from my brooklyn brownstone
to purchase you,
a woman with a chip in her tooth
and a painted-lip manicure
hands you to me
i treasure you,
feel your weight between
thumb and forefinger,
stashed in my bones
like the ocean you were
born from
i hold your on my
way outside, look
down the street
in awe
because in this city
everything shines
and when you peel back
the layers of skin
it's curious, what
a mistake a body
could make
