i want to be dirty with you but
i also want to be thirty with you
i want you to hold me down and
make me scream but also kiss our
kid's other cheek when they leave
for college at eighteen and i
want you to place teeth marks on
both of my thighs but i also want
your handwritten wedding vows to
make my bigoted grandparents cry
and i want you to know you can
have it your way but please
for the love of god, stay
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
