People don’t just disappear because the main character stops sleeping with them.
These words are just clicks and squeaks and growls, telling you I want you.
This keyboard and the one on my phone are sticks in a termite hill, are feathers in my tail, and what I really want is for us to grab each other and bond and fuck for a few years, maybe longer, if you like.
“It’s been a little time,
I’ve had a little think.
I don’t think I want you.”
He said with a wink.
“I’ve had a little time,”
He went a little pink,
“I have found another love,
I’ve made another link.
I know that you love me,
I know your soul may sink,
But this is the right way my love.”
He gave a gormless blink.
She looked back upon him,
Her eyes they made no wink,
Her face was stony stillness,
Mouth open, petal pink,
He deflated her that evening,
Pushed under the bed,
Bored with shagging blow-up dolls,
He cut a hole in Ted.
under the leaves
press-ups on god’s lawn
dig my finger in the soil and it’s perfect, bugs move out of my way
I press my breasts together and I look at the result – I click.
I pout gently, just a bit – I click.
I click into a place where we share space, where I can see you looking back at me instead of my own wanton face in the square.
I’d like you in the curves of my body, I’d like you in the curls of my hair.
balderdash scraped away
hiding underneath is red and squishy
rolling in the fibres
hiding underneath, wiped out
fingermarks through the sawdust
and i see your eyes beneath
and i hold you and we sleep
clothed in walls and “take care of yourself”
Shared experience of a shared body,
Moments where I see your face change with pleasure, flicker through my vision,
It flits in my underwear and makes somewhere behind my eyes heavy.
Of course I still think of others sometimes, I’m no liar.
A new love reminds me of old ones, other intimacies that came and went, people whose bodies fitted differently with mine than yours does,
The comparative instinct draws me into worry, that our blossoming intimacy isn’t what it was with him or her, how should it be?
You’re so gentle with me, and I see real emotion in your eyes, feel real feelings in your touch.