misinterpret me like poetry,
staggered by distance
they should've stayed distant
honestly? they were never
even close.
my cowlick and greek nose
in a mist of eyelashes
sharp as flint.
this grubby mirror
breaking the news
boil down my teeth,
dey hurt, av got cavities
cut off the meat on me.
my will finds a new medium
to drain me. therapy.
comes like a pothole, rarer now.
the tax we pay is higher
it's smooth sailing most of the time.
i've got no time for loathing, i need
to be gentle, need to be kind.
my thighs look pretty
when you're between them.
gets me out of my head
love's dripping jaws.
true love came with clarity.
i love you like i wish to love myself
your gentle loving, blue supermoon.
we move to the same rhythm
like the moon's tug on the ocean.
2000 years and more
yet we still fear the same old thing.
i'm too busy loving,
use me when i'm alone
i'm young and i don't know
many women.
what if i had accidentally
looked the other way?
another day, we would've caught a glimpse
of manic-panic hair, silver chains
glowing like a meadow under the white sky
of oxford road.
and confront it.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poetrygive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
