Every meeting with him,
feels like wondering into a pitch black restaurant.
Finding them instantly,
touching them
slowly.
Figuring out
all their lumps, and u
bumps c r es.
v
Hands all over my body,
it tingles,
then hurts.
I’m a scratchy and he’s trying to find what’s under my skin.
Desperate for my taste.
My secrets,
something to win.
I can feel his tired parts,
where he stores his warmth.
His wild parts
and
the parts I wish I could ignore.
Feeling what the eyes only dare to touch.
Take a nibble
a bite.
Someone borrowed,
for more then a night.
It almost makes you forget,
to test
if you could possibly fit.
Compatibility,
a type.
The common grocery-list.
Am I more than a novelty-
a blonde fidget-spinner.
A Barbie?
Tell me
honestly.
Is that all you see,
when your eyes spot
someone
who reminds you of me?
Find a place
that has
enough space
for the both
of you.
Could
you
e x p a n d in them-
do you think?
Is there
enough r o o m
to try and
understand them?
Don’t blink.
Can love not feel
outstretched
after a while?
Years of
wear and tare.
Braided time, the watering
d
o
w
n
of a stare.
Could you love me,
even
when I’m not there?
Undiagnosed
chemistry;
an
excruciating
d a
r e.
Beyond-curious 