5th of oct


sterile environment clean slate this hasn’t been walking along concrete wasps sand and flies light headed thinking of the first time you entered me we ate ripe bananas sauerkraut in pain blood dripping accepting as earth pressing palms web of veins on your forehead spitting you can tell falling holding you tight between my thighs your dried lips eyes that barely see tattooed roses on fingers water on your hair breathe in my neck a towel barely covers your body weight on mine cold feet stripping thoughts wrapped around you i have no patience bathing looking stroking releasing hands neck muscularly contracting your love