"what turns you on?"
"human rights"
"to whom?"
"to all"
"what's your wildest
fantasy that you want
make a reality?"
"closing the wage gap"
"what do you cry
when you're given pleasure?"
"equality"
"oh—"
"no, it's my turn!"
"okay, what do you want,"
"talk dirty to me,"
i got up real close.
my lips brushed
her brown ear.
"social justice"
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poesíamy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
