Poem – Bossy

Did You Know Our Souls Beat in Sync?

Sometimes i feel you

what do you tell them?

I just failed to accept that reality strips you to the bone

Does me finding the courage to trust myself
Really push you away?

“Saint Sebastian, I have many things to confess.”

“closing her eyes as their lips meet / she can taste her desperation / desperate to forget the boys who came before”.

He takes to work / His little, red lunchbox.

My sexuality is not a university research paper, requiring citations in Chicago Style format

“Every time a man cums in me / He leaves a part of his soul.”

“To know one such as I know you / To love in knowing, as I love / The passages of your soul …”