He Could Be #4

but now he is,

he is my boyfriend

and I am his girlfriend.

.

It has been two months,

yesterday exactly! since we met,

and started dating.

.

Oh how smooth and fast it has moved,

slipped

I didn’t realize there was space for him,

until he was there,

and now, now he’s like ivy on me,

and i am ivy in – wrapping and kissing up into the cracks,

beautiful together.

.

I know I feel it, I know I do.

I feel it in my chest, I feel it in my vagina!

Alas, the past, the past –

.

my brain is like a machine

it remembers everything

knows what has been

connects x + y = z

and now has seen the equation a few times…

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and the z, z – fear of the z, but it doesn’t it wont be like those other times.

you are conscious now – you need to share how you feel and express it.

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god you fear your own thoughts, and the moment you say them they feel fake, unreal

.


Les Printemps, Pierre Auguste Cot, 1873

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