as close as you can come
come to me
come for me
this journey has been
so lonely
i’m tired of my stories
so many times i’ve told them
now i’m coming up with new ones
i’m wanting
and breathing
and
fucking
and coming
and…
fuck
everything amazes me
life is ecstasy
i’m opening
overwhelmed
but not really
that word is just a habit i’m breathing through
replace words with action and
maybe you’ll realize
what you were looking for is not what you thought
come for me
the double entendre
will never cease to amuse me;
i’m making love with everything
don’t you see?
we’ve always been naming what we’re afraid of instead of experiencing it
judgement is a bitch
what is bad?
something i like
but in their eyes
it could be different
and we won’t know until
we dive into the mess and let
let ourselves out of the wordcages
unless,
of course,
a container is
exactly what you seek
a landscape of emanations.
your chest entirely tethered to this meadow of pleasure displaying the
seeds of all your dreams
come to me
come to me
come with me
come