Flesh only begets more flesh And this flesh of mine -formed in sin and shapened in iniquity- knows only lust and I dance between longings. Flesh begets more flesh.
Passions
i can’t keep twistingmy ankles to dance orbreaking my heart to write
Tensions
–> I am beginning to name my knots. Let one in my neck be Wanting from every time I clenched my jaw after breathing in her scent. Let the tightness in my shoulder be Disappointment who is also called Shame a product of still wanting him to touch me even though we both know he shouldn’t and being caught between recoiling and not. Finally, the chronic ache in my back will be Distance from consistently loving people that are too far away. In the same way one muscle contracts as the other relaxes these pains are interconnected and I know…
Requiem
I only love those slender boys with slight frames when they remind me of you.
Moonshine
Moonlight pours through my window and reminds me that while the days are too dark the nights can still be bright.
Public Transit
Laughing at a stranger’s jokes is equal parts relief and mania.
Dear Beloved
An open letter to everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved. I. I am still sorry. I fear that you were just the first in a long line of men I will be all too willing to bury my loneliness in. II. Now that I’ve figured that you wronged me, I am not ready to forgive. III. I loved you more than you knew, but you were still right: it was not enough. IV. I have learned what the infinite tastes like but I still haven’t learned that people can’t be fixed because they aren’t broken, or that I deserve…
psychosomatic
–> i’ve grown accustomed to the pain. in your absence everything else aches.
Gossip
for D. With the righteousness of youth I convinced myself That sharing whispers -of your weight -of your diets was made nobler by the secrets (my secrets) you’d spilled like ink. Indelible, Unforgettable, Unforgivable. But ink fades.
Salt
I dreamt of salt and woke with my mouth watering. I dreamt of salt and awoke in a blanket of sweat and the scent of the sea clogging my nostrils. I dreamt of salt and woke up bitter.