2020

My favourite type of pastime I want bad things
Sighing at my attachments My cravings
Bent over in the kitchen
With the one that isn't mine
Don't want to possess them
Palm marks that linger for days
New at times their voice a saw,
Lips foreign
The last one, Before this one
Chest resonant, Embracing
I can hear their heart, Every time
Tracing a line through the centre of my body
Stacking myself piece by piece
Into alignment, into alignment
Who am I without them?
Who am I without you in my life?
Impulses peaking through your hands
The urge is to watch not walk away
Don't walk away from me this time
You told me you want it
You like being on your knees
Put me on a pedestal
Like I do you
Both on our knees for each other
You're my submissive, I'm your submissive
Trading roles
Tonight I'm not a woman
Tonight I'm just a body
Who am I without them?
Who am I without you in my life?
I am of all things love and hate
Placing the pieces of myself hopefully
Without judgment without bitterness
To not knowing who I am entirely
Who am I without them?
Who am I without you in my life?