the wheeze in your breath is from inhaling cigarettes
your need for more in itchy fingers
bitten lips
eyes flicking to the clock
scouring every open chance
i wish you were inhaling me instead
your wheeze instead from the effort to prove you love me
-7/25/2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romantikuslove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
