I want to lick you
from the backs of your teeth
to the backs of your knees,
go down on you for an afternoon.
it's a good Thursday
to absolve and waste.
more folklore
from my fingertips
to dip into you
and then lick
with eye contact.
just because I can't remember
who I used to be,
doesn't mean I can't taste
your tears.
sad, slow sex
while listening to sad, slow music,
investing much more than time
in an empty, gorgeous space of...
evaporation.
we are different people
now, having endured different things,
so let's get to know the future.
with a little pout
and soft heat,
I wish I didn't love you anymore,
but I do.