you have the kind of body I want to
touch
and sometimes
I am ashamed that I want to spread you
open
and crawl inside
but the skin on the back of your thighs
makes me think of thirst
and shame is self-taught
and a craving hungry thing
that I think I like
(I'll do anything you tell me to)
hair like burnt umber
ringlets twisted tight
I have charcoal stains from drawing you out
(I want to leave marks on you)
and if you're not that girl, with earth skin
then perhaps you are another
with sun-dripped hair
as if the day made love to you
or used you rough before I could get to you
I want to feel inside you
where you open wet, pulsing
desperate
I am hungry for aching crying flesh
and if you're not woman than you are man
and that's just as well
I want to split you open too
plunge into something hot and burning
I want you to break when I am inside you
(beg me to ruin you)
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
