Blush

A cacophony of

breakthroughs and break downs

hurled and twirled me

deep within

some sacred hole,

through the underworld

to dance

with the shaking bones

til dawn’s delight.

Morning came

and I dragged

and I drugged myself

into cars of lines,

stiffening shoulders,

bruises on the arms

and oh heaving breaths wrestled

pounding heads,

but also

such sweet collidings

with soft backs

and rough bodies

on a Wednesday night

in January.

Today was a

cum and coffee

sort of temperature,

and I meant to stay around,

to watch you undress,

and we could

undo each others

precious masks,

with a blush and a sob,

but Im always

called away to

the graveyard

and so fucked you

loud in the night

and then craved

to leave at

4am

to drive alone.

The real

was so fucking harsh,

truth seemed

to seize me

into standing silence,

brain whirling

with too much,

just so many moments

to connect like

constellations,

spreading swirling fires

in that

perfect dark blanket,

soft but sometimes cold,

and that was alright,

I snuggled in for

long twilight

anyway with

a smile.