Toasters.

Such a silken

Shakey thread to ride

When you meet

someone
obliviously

beautiful
Smart creative and funny

 

I have no words most of the time

 

She is able to slay me

In a moments grace

Her soul whisper

touch of her nails

On already naked skins

shivers engulf stray lands

inside of me

 

her smile

That smile

jawline and lips

Sent to kill even the gentlest

Of angels

 

And she knows it
And I love that she knows it.

 
Compassion for matriarchial worlds

She writes a book

Didn’t tell me

birthed and died for

Again and again and again

 

Says she doesnt know what love is

 

Pity; as she breathes it entirely

Like the breath of me

In distances
Leaves me exhiled

Totally breathless
By a look
Hers
A whisk

Poetry

Song

Or lovemaking in a pile of bliss

 
And; she bought a toaster

 

AG

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