I never want to be alone with you
on a bus at night
because our clothes are coming off
in the dark cavernous back of the bus itself
and then I have to let you watch
some movie in peace when we get home.
We talk in shadows of buildings
on this suffocating summer eve
and the thought of losing you
makes me desperate
so I tell you I understand what you need
proving again
all epiphanies are short-lived.
I want you
I want you
I want you
My desires have a serrated glass like edge
and I can’t fight them with my bare hands
You scream and shout
and throw things around
I guess that is a form of communication
but I fear for my new macbook
which I have to shield
from your raging magnificence.
How can it be
that you and I have a lot of past together
without ever having a lot of present?
Just in passing you
torched my soul and
watched it aflame from afar
as though you were aiming to be
my personal trauma.
Really lovely poem💞