A decade worth of prose and poetry

A decade worth of prose and poetry

Writing us into pieces we author for our compilation

Word never subject to interpretation

-          we are who we are

Where you begin is where I end

In the same orbit we circle infinitely

Minding the same garden of thought

-          you know what I’m about to say before I say it

Starting raging fires, we soothe the burn with whispered sweet nothings

You take my hand, and worlds collide

A coven of the blind leading the blind

We stride in unapologetically

Do you not know what you do to me?

You bury yourself inside my body

-          each time dying a million tiny deaths

In the aftermath you quake and shake

I give in and let myself go

The most painful kind of pleasure, victim to all the feelings we can’t help but let show

You demand to know if he could ever take me in like you do

-          in my entirety I shudder

The depths of a most virile possessiveness

-          a place I both fear and with bated breath anticipate

My throat tightens

My legs a rocking chair while I cradle all the faces of your manhood

A flood and waves close enough to sweep us under

How can life carry onto forever without the likes of us?

Love, hate and two soul’s wanderlust

So wherever you go, both on this earth and beyond

Like a decade worth of prose and poetry, I will never be too far behind