Tag Archives: queer poetry
You are making wings on my back, The spread of the sound of the force so hard, And I can’t really think at all, I love my flesh being molded by you, Then the whole of you laying on me, … Continue reading
I like it. Waking to the creak of my bedroom window opening, A soft slide and your boot lands next to my hip, Birds sing early summer, The heat not yet rising, Not yet rising, but close. Your up-all-night hands, … Continue reading
Walking home from fucking you, Stars fall from the evening sky, Each step is marked by light, As my feet move from fallen star to fallen star, The golden stars lying brilliant on the sidewalk, They cushion my sadness at … Continue reading
Piles of pink blossoms Cushioning me as I kneel One sticks to my cunt.