I run my hands through his short bleached hair. My dark red acrylics circle his tattooed chest- I feel his heartbeat pulse against my Gucci earring.
Gripping one another so tightly, I see the small white stars intertwining the city lights- I need to get closer.. closer..
closer… until I’m carving visions of myself into his stomach & he’s engraving images of himself into my back.
I lay entirely on top of him to feel his breath go in & out-
in my left ear & out my right, his co2 through my heavy head. I feel our veins fuse & skin meld under the covers-
I squirm my right hand between his ribs, I circulate the blood through his shaky heart with shaky fingertips. I feel like he has the power to induce my heart beat too.
Would he sew it up seamlessly? Barely leaving a scar? Would he use his gentle hands? Does he feel the need? The need to be entirely human together?
To be & maintain what makes us human together? To share the burden of splitting our automatic function? To bear the burden of love?Â
Could we handle hell ? Burn in each others arms? See who can hate each other best? Could we make it through purgatory? See who could treat each other best? Would we get bored in heaven? Would we crumble under false magic?
been on a romance break and missing the feeling of desperation to merge bodies with another person... missing the closeness. this was cathartic<3
"I squirm my right hand between his ribs, I circulate the blood through his shaky heart with shaky fingertips"
goddamn - this was a fucking intimate poem if I've ever seen