the wails of a banshee flood my ears
the disappointment, the salted tears
but settle down
let me flush away your hurting
as i flush my body against yours
here stems a rush, a burning
the aching of limbs
the shatter of a heart
the screams, the wails
they stop and start
but this time with pleasure
as i lay you down
clutching, grasping, euphoric
the bedroom gets loud
but for this?
i was not yearning
i just cannot cope with this language that you're learning
what is love?
what is it truly?
what is this pain in my chest?
what is it going to do to me?
YOU ARE READING
Intimacy
Poetry"bring forth the passion and lust from deep in my body, i'll put on a show just to keep myself happy, being used is better than serving no purpose at all." A poetry collection unravelling the comfort in intimacy and mental health issues linked to th...
