yet again
i find myself cursing a bed far too big for my bones
i do not think i am suited to sleeping alone
i find myself craving your anatomy
the way that the crooks of your elbows fit around my ribs
you are so unfamiliar to me
i am used to the frames of women
the curves of their hips and breasts
but the way your legs entangle mine
and your fingers find the spaces between my own
fuck
you feel like home
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
