sexts #4

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
all of these are about the same person but normally they're organised better however at this point, i don't care

Submitted: September 17, 2016

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sext: everyone before you has been practice. ghosts and shadows of the wrongness of someone else’s hands.

sext: your body is the map of the places my skin wants to visit, your tongue a language i wish to learn how to speak. i’ll whisper it into your ribcage, trace it with my fingertips into the dip of your spine, and tap it in morse code onto the palm of your hands. yes, i’ll gasp it onto your tongue, your language right back into you: i’m yours.

sext: always.

sext: i look at you and think you are made of gold.

sext: “my very soul demands you.”

sext: i’m still trying to forgive myself. 


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