Bathroom floor
Me
and you
Two dirty things (me, the floor)
and one piece of art (you).
You're quiet
on the countertop,
You have to be.
Legs on my shoulders
Body under my hands
Beautiful thing.
And I asked you drunk questions
And you gave me drunk answers.
With everything you had,
Coaxed open my arms
Placed yourself inside them.
My heart was beating so fast
When you undressed,
I thought I was going to cry.
You make me feel like a boy
Who has never touched a woman before.
YOU ARE READING
Everything left to complain about (stopped) (go read my other poem book)
ŞiirPoems and strings of words that don't qualify as poems, from all four years of high school until the summer after freshman year of college. My recent works and anything I continue to write can be found in my new poem book, "Open your hands and say s...
