So I found this poem from last May and I don’t even remember writing but, but not going to lie, I’m a little impressed with myself?????? I don’t know, I just like the poem for once.
Sweet, sticky in my stomach.
I stumble towards you,
like a child’s first stride,
I tried so hard to impress you,
to caress you,
to see into your soul,
to make sense of all the stories you have told me.
I take another shot.
Your breath is so heavy, hot on mine.
I wonder if it was alcohol that made me get stuck on you or something else.
And at the end of the night, I’ll take off my dress.
But this time, nudity isn’t my vulnerability.
After all, we’re just fucking.