you held yourself above me
catching your breath
and my heart threw itself up against my ribs
trying to give itself to you
then you dropped your head beside my neck
and my heart choked in my throat
wanting to say i love you
1.18.2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
