*A/N: this poem is a bit more intimate. it starts and ends with a little humor. enjoy.*
i told you i was hungry
and you bought me mcdonalds...
Mcdonalds!!
see, the gesture was sweet but thats simply not the type of hunger i possessed.
when youre in a cycle of occupancy, its easy to get caught up in literal meanings and direct messages.
i guess its not a good time to speak to you in proverbs and send mixed signals.
its not like its on purpose
i swear its not on purpose.
id be more direct if i could.
but its not easy to ask for it.
a million consequences.
and outcomes where things go horribly wrong.
but if our amity was a storybook,
id stain every page with crimson ink.
id fill pages with raunchy text
and paragraphs that leave
permanent butterflies.
each succeeding chapter
a portal to erotic epochs.
even the pope would question his holy devotion.
but no, i could never fill you in on this secret dirty desire.
i could never be bare about this bare necessity.
so i mean, thanks for the mcchicken
but id much rather a five dollar foot long...
YOU ARE READING
when power turned to sunlight
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