someone i loved was once concerned
that i'd get used to her nakedness if we spent hours and days like that
and that i'd stop being charmed by her but
that was not true.
the charm was in the oblivion she wore to her nakedness as each day passed
a quick turn, a shimmer, a shiver
i wonder if someone would ever want that of me

ah draw the curtains, i would rather not be seen at all
than be seen seeing, seen wanting

truffles and waffles
never had them,
diabetes is **** poetry to even the diabetics
it's just decay and i don't know what i taste like
i would love for someone to take their sweet time and taste me
and tell me something nice though
i can appreciate it even if i heard i tasted like lava
or mud or swamps
or coffee or blood or rust

i am not picturing you coming over with a box of truffles and waffles
only for me to tell you i can't have them one more time
and you were upset

i needed words first you know
"you did too much today, didn't you? again?"
"i want to read something you wrote?"
"i want to read you, can i read you?"
"can i eat your insides?"
“can i keep running my fingers through your hair until you sleep?”
“can you cry away all your pain while i hold you?”
“can i ******* so you forget the dread that weighs on you”