gender abolition pronoun coronation human elocution border dissolution
frequent faggotry gorgeous gayety
sacred impiety campy pageantry
constant questioning mutual strengthening
boundary trespassing differents welcoming
there’s always a question when i come into contact with the substance of you.
how much of you can i absorb? when you enter my bloodstream, swim my veins where they lead.
the longer your half-life, the more i’ll feel you there, coursing through my core.
the closer your shape gets to nature, the better i can fully take you in.
drink you or swallow you or let you dissolve under my tongue every day as
you transform me with area under your curves. when is my next dose?
i often wake three hours before your sunrise calls for a response logbook already soaked with ink we laugh, but even if we could, why constrain our outporings?
one winter day you ask for notes on undersea strings aware of both the timbre and tempo of these songs we start singing together
i fall into an evening rhythm talking and yes moaning into the phonograph, my head then swallowed by the brassy cone our voices sound better inside
when you open your ears again there’s so much weather to hear : wind and rain and quiet calm that lasts too long and means too much we keep sailing even without a map
true, land divides us more than sea, but these two coasts call to us both maybe it’s the sirens or the sounds of wavecrash against the shore — the dangers of unfathomed depths
one fifty-four is not the hour to send texts, no autocorrect
risky confessions clipped affections dimmed i love you’s from neon rooms
could be a typo should i just lol or say her name, reply the same?
an oops can’t erase the thrumming bass as juniper slips from her bruised lips
tripping on her tongue fuck. uhh. drunk. umm. not that not yet
or at least — not like this