idgaf

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I wish I felt like this more often. 3:06 AM and I have forgotten for a moment what tomorrow holds. It feels like I could do anything.

//

Sadness, drips, cold sweat.
Puddle, shower, drips, wet.
Hang head, switch off,
Hang on, rinse off
Who you were when you
stepped in
Make you new when you
step out.

//

Half good, half toasted.
Mostly full, mostly bloated.
Tomorrow I’ll try again,
droopy-eyed,
and I’ll miss being
wide-eyed,
lubricated,
easy to talk to
in the morning.

//

I like things that sound
like Dreamscape,
Semi consciousness, like a
Utopic autopilot
Flow, like rap, like
people who just
access a truthful part
of the human heart.

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3:20 AM.

YOURS, TRULY

Forehead to the ground,
curled into myself,
you are surrounding me
like a tortoise shell,
spread over my back
like a parachute.

I am tepid water,
stagnant and stale.
You are a spring
that overwhelms,
like light cutting through
a musky room.

You are a whisper,
a lilt, a shiver,
when I stop wrestling
and let myself sprawl.
Tell me who you are:
My Yours, truly.

THE 2ND TIME

The stench of sweaty pits,
my stained black shirt in exchange
for spoilt grey sheets.
Liquid feelings,
I left unsatisfied,
a little bewildered, and
a little inspired by brief flashes
of pleasure –
born of your ardent devotion
to the impossible challenge.
Tit for tat,
make up for the first time
when I wanted it to stop and he didn’t.
Your perfect teeth remind of the first
set that grazed my nipples.
You are a do-over of a night
of unresolved tensions,
uncannily familiar, unspooling.
My body refused what my heart confuses:
an entangled love with thrashing legs,
it knew, it knew.
I could’ve taken the couch instead
but I wanted you to ask me to [stay]
come to bed.