Between the Song of the Sea, and His Lips

It felt like a little too muchtoo quickbut I fell into your armswithout the thoughtsthat struggle to breakopen my mind was settled onsomething else, someone elsethen I ignored the voiceand went midnight swimmingwith a strangerwhen the world’s a strangerand the water licks my ankleslike I’m meant to be thereand I shivered in his armsas heContinue reading “Between the Song of the Sea, and His Lips”

The Taut Truth

I feel tautNext to the presence of your possession.An extra person, is convalescing,In this room, built for just us two.“Is it true?”I think, and worry thatA part of me is excited — To taste the excitement of someone else.To breathe it in through every sense. Does that make sense? They say that if I forgiveContinue reading “The Taut Truth”