hey babe do you wanna come over later?
listen to the 1975 and hold hands for a few hours in my bed.
we can talk about the old days when we were just friends and were just strangers.
and talk about the universe while the billions of stars around us shine.

We kissed to The 1975
Tangled in the bed comforter
I can still feel my lips around your tongue
You hand on my leg
Kneading it with contained need
My fingers brushed your belt buckle
I drew away and rested it on your hip
Your knee was between my legs
My thigh was between yours
Good thing your room was cold
I could feel my cheeks getting red and hot
My lipstick wore off on your neck
Around the bruises I left
Afterwards we just laid there and breathed
In
Out
In
Out
Inhaling each others exhale
We are going to do great things
You kissed the raspberry sorbet off of my worn mouth
Then led me out to my car
Smiled
And melted my heart

Goddess incarnate,
I drew her in poorly, like a starving artist,
With a brimming passion.
I'm astonished;
she looks at me, a man.
But if I'm honest,
I feel, at most,
A youthful child
In her presence.
Late March or early April,
I made a severance.
Laid peace with the rotten parts of me.
Sorted them away to make room,
For a part of you.