The lovers,
They melt.
Flowing and naked.
Their colors,
They blend
As I slowly awaken.
I was so young the first time that I saw them
Taken aback by the honesty of desire
So blatantly plastered on my grandmother’s wall.
Sometimes I think she put them in the bathroom
Just so I could stare behind doors.
Admire the truth
Instead of shying from it.
And with them, I grew—
To know, to love
To own and to hang
In my own ****** apartment,
They watch as I cry,
As I nap,
As I break my cheap couch.
They’ll watch as I move—
Up, up,
And out.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 3:42 AM UTC
The lovers,
They melt.
Flowing and naked.
Their colors,
They blend
As I slowly awaken.
I was so young the first time that I saw them
Taken aback by the honesty of desire
So blatantly plastered on my grandmother’s wall.
Sometimes I think she put them in the bathroom
Just so I could stare behind doors.
Admire the truth
Instead of shying from it.
And with them, I grew—
To know, to love
To own and to hang
In my own ****** apartment,
They watch as I cry,
As I nap,
As I break my cheap couch.
They’ll watch as I move—
Up, up,
And out.