Far Away Friend

I’ll always read you
He who wants to destroy worlds
But who writes instead


Fever for the flavor

His mouth is made of berry licorice
Gummy fruits
And sweet tarts
smart and juicy on my tongue

His voice like sweet syrup
Pouring in my ears
And to hear him whisper moan that
he wants me to taste him again
Pink hard all day
Oh my god
I have to hold it with
Two hands
So I can lick it
Just so

It’s too sweet and perfectly sinful
It’s so bad for me
It’ll go straight to my hips
And thighs
And inside
Where I’ve been waiting
Cultivating this wet hive
For just a little bee Like him
to come along
And spread
A seed
Feed me
More delicious sighs and
And again
When I say he doesn’t know what he’s Starting
He says
“Oh I think I do”

This candyman
Seems more than sweet to me
He seems like a demon
With a cherry-flavored tongue
Wonder if he knows
What an appetite I have
For sugar

That jolt again

Tap touch tap
Touch touch touch tap
I laid down my words
My thoughts
My heartbeats
One after
The other

What do I know but that I have to

I have to bleed on the page
I have to show my keyed-in cleavage

Rhetorical passive-aggressive
I’m all out here
Wanting needing eyes and minds to give

And I’m here in earnest
I’m sincerely in this
I need someone to listen
To take note
Of how many times I say I want to let go


I write it down here

And once I met someone fierce
And soft
And brilliant, hard, guarded
And lost
And I couldn’t turn away even
My eyes were glued to the screen
I felt like he could see me

And sometimes he still does
From a distance
I know when he visits
Because I feel his heat
Even though I made it more real than i will ever admit

I stop in my tracks
Waiting for thunder
The lightning

Open wounds I sit here licking
I won’t pretend
I don’t miss him
Every single minute