[Poetry] A Story in Five Acts
he digs and digs,
trying to find the thing in me
that drives me crazy.
one, he touches my fingers,
'cold like ice,' he said,
and he wrapped them in his own.
two, he kisses my dry lips,
his tongue learning the space between them,
his lungs breathing air into mine.
three, he takes off my clothes,
'i want to see you,' he said,
but i still had my skin on.
four, he drinks wine out of my navel,
my skin is his chalice
and he loves the parts closest to the inside.
five, his eyes bore into mine.
'just fuck me,' i say,
and he does as i say but he throws up after.
finis.
'i don't know you,' he says,
'you won't let me.'
and i go crazy.
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trying to find the thing in me
that drives me crazy.
one, he touches my fingers,
'cold like ice,' he said,
and he wrapped them in his own.
two, he kisses my dry lips,
his tongue learning the space between them,
his lungs breathing air into mine.
three, he takes off my clothes,
'i want to see you,' he said,
but i still had my skin on.
four, he drinks wine out of my navel,
my skin is his chalice
and he loves the parts closest to the inside.
five, his eyes bore into mine.
'just fuck me,' i say,
and he does as i say but he throws up after.
finis.
'i don't know you,' he says,
'you won't let me.'
and i go crazy.
[end]