I wonder,
if the way we
we
av
e
our stories
leaves any room for
truth.
Tag Archives: queer poetry
no name #5
if you wake up really early,
the city is almost pretty.
with sleep-filled eyes and
cotton candy skies,
mostly-numb
Craving the light brush
of fingertips;
I dream of hands upon
(a mostly-numb) chest.
A soothing gesture,
I can barely feel.
Regeneration of flesh
and nerves,
healing takes years.
Star-crossed
Fatigue
will always seep
into the bones of the
battle ready,
until we are dripping
with embitter acceptance.
Scattered bodies;
lay against grates,
and the alleys of a
freezing city.
Cold
A child,
worn down and desperate,
takes any risk
to feel the warmth.
no name #4
A loneliness, I cannot unravel.
Stumbling Love
Careless in my youth,
I stumbled into love.
No internal sense, of
self-preservation,
I thrilled at her macabre.
amongst the trees
I dream of wilderness
and warmth,
the kindness you have always denied me.
I’ll find love amongst the trees.
no name #3
I despise the way
you permeated my brain.
The way, the smell of your perfume raises
hairs upon my neck,
and burns low within
my belly.