sasha m george

sasha m george Dec 2013

I have buried your name like a stinking
carcass in the soil of my throat and
teeth and tongue. I wonder
how far down the roots
have travelled, how
you claw and
cleave into
the bone
and marrow,
whether one day
they will find our remains-
a rotting body within a rotting body,
a curled hand trailing from the mouth.

poem from:
http://sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com/

sasha m george Dec 2013

WHAT GIRLS ARE MADE OF

Do not let him tell you that your mouth is made for kissing.
Your mouth is made for the articulate frenzy of revolution, for the
crisp shape of kindness, for lurching picket lines and your
solitary war cry in a law school classroom. It is made
for the brutal pucker of dreaming. Do not let him
cradle your jaw in his audacious hands and
tell you that your mouth is anything
less than the soft and violent
devastation of water, stirring.
The next sentence you begin with "I" -
don't you dare let it end in "love you."

poem from:
http://sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com/

sasha m george Dec 2013

VISCERAL

How can I do this love with manners?
I want and want- I am wild with it.
I will pull the veins I swim in
out of your skin like wet rope.
I will flay your bones until
light fractures across the small
room of you. I want this fist
to vibrate, your new heart
moving inside of it.

poem from:
http://sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com/

sasha m george Dec 2013

HEY YOU

Come a little closer.
There is a halo in your mouth
and I like the way it burns.

poem from:
http://sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com/

sasha m george Dec 2013

THE WANTING

Your mouth is bruised water, and at times
in our laughter I want my throat wet with it.
I like the sheen of girl-skin, the way that your
body is like my body, but better. You are not
a college experiment or a midnight hypothesis
or mouth-to-mouth ways to make our lovers
jealous, but you are not love. I merely yearn for
beauty, *******. I simply want to steal new
pears and rub my teeth against their milk-flesh.
I am loop-stitched with craving and you are not
to blame. I am not a selfish girl, but I have a soft
mouth and I want to taste it all.

poem from:
http://sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com/

sasha m george Dec 2013

UNREQUITED

Even after you ruined me for any other,
I cannot regret you. Even as I cleave
the flesh of wanting from the bone,
I hope the night sky is pretty
wherever you are.

poem from:
http://sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com/

sasha m george Dec 2013

A TRICK OF LIGHT

I wear father's
  disappointment
  like a dark dress.
  I look smaller in it
  than anything else.

poem from:
http://sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com/