I've dated an artist for over two years
of headaches and yeast infections.
He's skinny, hairy, and the pointdexter I never knew I wanted.
I never wanted a man
to pin me to his wall as some temporary masterpiece.
But life comes and
kills us into what it wants us to be.
Every time I say “Let's stop”—
I shake my mind like empty soda cans
and roll over and take him again.
My trouble is
I love getting ******
Though we call it something else, truth is
I am his ***** It's an artistic statement
that's been done a million times over. But he needs me
to tell him he's brilliant.
And so, I bury my cheeks into his chest fur.
Feeling its scratches like a returning stray at the door,
As he twirls his finger around in my mouth
romancing me into
something lovely and agreeable as Zooey Deschanel.
I hope one day I can break away and
just be
my own ***** again. But for now, I walk on all-fours
bent over in sharp-submission
and it's
delicious.
For we are nothing more
than two hungry dogs, running back to each other
panting and stinking
through the pouring rain.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
I've dated an artist for over two years
of headaches and yeast infections.
He's skinny, hairy, and the pointdexter I never knew I wanted.
I never wanted a man
to pin me to his wall as some temporary masterpiece.
But life comes and
kills us into what it wants us to be.
Every time I say “Let's stop”—
I shake my mind like empty soda cans
and roll over and take him again.
My trouble is
I love getting ******
Though we call it something else, truth is
I am his ***** It's an artistic statement
that's been done a million times over. But he needs me
to tell him he's brilliant.
And so, I bury my cheeks into his chest fur.
Feeling its scratches like a returning stray at the door,
As he twirls his finger around in my mouth
romancing me into
something lovely and agreeable as Zooey Deschanel.
I hope one day I can break away and
just be
my own ***** again. But for now, I walk on all-fours
bent over in sharp-submission
and it's
delicious.
For we are nothing more
than two hungry dogs, running back to each other
panting and stinking
through the pouring rain.
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