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i wish i could peel myself
out of this skin,
the way you do my body
from dresses
unzip me at the side
slowly, and let my flesh pool
around my feet like snow
drifts, pale and streaked
with purples, pinks,
and etchings aged
bloodless white
let me stay
warm beneath you,
until seasons pass
and all that's left
of these old stories
are small, snow-kissed
mountain tops
and unravel me,
so i can forget
the boundaries of this body,
so i mustn't shrink or slice
to feel sunlight on my bones
out of this skin,
the way you do my body
from dresses
unzip me at the side
slowly, and let my flesh pool
around my feet like snow
drifts, pale and streaked
with purples, pinks,
and etchings aged
bloodless white
let me stay
warm beneath you,
until seasons pass
and all that's left
of these old stories
are small, snow-kissed
mountain tops
and unravel me,
so i can forget
the boundaries of this body,
so i mustn't shrink or slice
to feel sunlight on my bones
Literature
Undressing Poetry
She clothes herself in poetry,
seals her skin within the verse.
Each line becomes another garment
that conceals her fixed form's curvature,
but peels away when read.
Last night I dissected a stanza,
clamped it tight between my teeth
and tugged it down her legs.
Her body breathes warm and sweet,
speckled red like a summer strawberry field.
I sucked the juice from her lines and
spit the punctuation like seeds.
My lips mouthed the shape of her words
as my skin grew more sticky with
every splash of imagery dripping down my chin.
I peeled apart her soft pages
with sticky, pink fingertips that left them
clinging to my skin.
A sing
Literature
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.
i have these bones like flowers-
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
while yearning
for a taste of her
wander(lust).
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
light-years away,
she does not love me.
Literature
resonance
i
does she know the astrological significance
of the bruises starring along
your wrists? if I could, I’d
run away somewhere where
the sky is silent and the people
hate honest eyes. here’s my problem,
I’ve wasted all my time daydreaming
in the universe of your scars. I wonder
if substantiality is lethal.
ii
[when will you move on
like you know what
you’re doing with your life,
like this tiny existential
failure is only a hazard sign
on the roadmap of your journey,
like the world weighing down
upon your shoulders is an
exercise in vanity and quietude
instead of someone
else’s burden?]
iii
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i'll try to stay whole, because you've taught me i don't have to be anything less
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Again and again, I find myself coming back to this for its simplicity and its elegance. I love you.