Tonight I swear / on Leaves of Grass, I am your girl. / I have learned the sex of your wrist with my mouth, I know / your tallest knuckle is always going to be fussy
#poetry #queer #beauty
Tonight I swear / on Leaves of Grass, I am your girl. / I have learned the sex of your wrist with my mouth, I know / your tallest knuckle is always going to be fussy
#poetry #queer #beauty
is it really so strange
to think you have
a right to sit in the
light of day without
violence?
#poetry #queer #beauty
is it really so strange
to think you have
a right to sit in the
light of day without
violence?
#poetry #queer #beauty
“I could not help but rise. / My companions became notorious / sculptors being slowly opened / by the teeth.”
“I could not help but rise. / My companions became notorious / sculptors being slowly opened / by the teeth.”
Who’s on top? The thrill of
fact wears thin and distance, distance
thinner still. Here we go, respect the pact:
here’s news for news. Then fashion
smatterings of love-me tulip and tears
from folds of tulle.
Who’s on top? The thrill of
fact wears thin and distance, distance
thinner still. Here we go, respect the pact:
here’s news for news. Then fashion
smatterings of love-me tulip and tears
from folds of tulle.