Tuesday, April 4, 2017

"why don't you ever let me be gentle with you?"

we have been playing this new game lately, 
the one where we are nice to each other. 
defense mechanisms lay 
dissected on the bedside table next to your glasses
and i can no longer remember 
intimacy as a weapon.

we have been playing this new game lately, 
the one where i spend the night 
and do not disappear even once.

so we have nice sex
and i let you inside me without your anger, i smooth the bedsheets
in my sternum, adjust pillows, i let you
simmer into me slow. 
you look soft.
you slide soft.
i arch,
feel like mother earth swallowing you up.
like fertile ground,
like female ground.
  we brew peach tea and i 
throw the shutters open,  
air the house out.

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