the smell of cigarette smoke will be yours
the chances that could have been
will be yours
the body i imagine beside me
open mouth hovering over mine as i wring my pleasure
is yours
for how long
however long
until it isn't you anymore
-10/19/2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
