5th of oct


clean slate this hasn’t been walking along concrete wasps sand and flies light headed thinking of the first time you entered me ripe bananas sauerkraut for dinner in pain blood dripping accepting as earth pressing palms web of veins on your forehead spitting you can tell falling holding you tight between my thighs your dried lips eyes that barely see tattooed roses on fingers water on your hair breathed in my neck with a towel barely covering your body weight on mine cold feet thoughts wrapped around you i have no patience muscularly contracting your love