my heart is anxious
a rubber band stretched tight
taut
pulled and straining
high pitched
thinned out
(of course!)
no matter the vibrating orgasms
it's not my pussy that wants you
it's my heart
I'm trying to go to sleep
(fall under quick! quick! the sooner I do the sooner tomorrow comes
and brings another chance to see you!)
but it's not possible
with my heart screaming behind a closed mouth
- 7/7/2020
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Romancelove, sex, vulnerability, and truth. chapter two of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
