the stitches in my thigh are healing so now we can all shake hands and watch the money poor in. the bombs are not coming, please come out from under your desks, you are safe now and if im being honest the desks wouldn’t protect you from the shrieks of a war plane. they sound like nothing you’ve ever heard a frequency you unlocked just for this particular pain. you can almost see the sound pour into your ear drums like a bartender mixing the ***** and the cranberry. it sounds like 6am it sounds like the same song over and over.
And so If I Hold you up against the wall And press my lips against your neck To try and feel your heartbeat resonating Through your arteries To see if your pulse is constant or a wreck Would you move to push me off you Or would you move closer towards my lips Would it be wrong if we indulged in this Even though for now you're his
And if I Bit down on your lips Pressed my tongue inside your cheek Would it make you hate me Would it make you weak Could I take your breath away Make it hard for you to speak Give you all of my attention Pretend that you're unique
If I Slide my hand above your knee And pull you closer by your thigh Will you drop the innocent look Stop acting like you're shy Or will you continue to pretend Say that I'm nothing but a friend Act like this will be the last time When you don't intend to let this end
I've had pieces of this poem written for years and never got around to finishing it until today.