Hi to new people, bye to anyone who’s like wtf is this.
Ummm… to anyone who’s still around.
This is a poem I wrote for K (my now-husband yay) when we were long (several oceans long) distant (distance?), when we weren’t sure when it would be short, and close and when almost everything felt like it was going wrong…well…except one thing.
Phone Sex
I miss kissing you I kiss missing you I wish I had more body parts to take pictures for you You who say apart is the best part of love because space is where song rises and what can sex do that music can not do a thousand times better deeper longer faster lighter all at once all night I am mourning your spine holding vigil for your voice until you glimmer sun- cauled on the black screen ask me to lie back open uvula wide and place a placeholder inside my water will not reach you reaching for yourself — it is empty of lyric it is messier than Ana it is a locked door it is the wet floor it is the more that more cannot fill
'You who say apart
is the best part of
love because space
is where song rises
and what can sex
do that music can
not do a thousand
times better deeper
longer faster lighter
all at once all night "
That mic drop moment, when you realise it's not a mic but a dynamite. Phew!
dig it!