if you loved me like you desire me
in this hazed moment,
i wouldn’t have to be your free trial,
but you hula hoop with my halo
around your waist,
my hands on your face.
you thought you found what you needed
in my propaganda.
turn me around like tarot
and imagine the future in me,
from the back.
lost your way in my mouth
sweet like fruit juice,
all the flies surround me -
satisfaction guaranteed.
doesn’t each bruise from last night
resemble the earth
and how we swam its blue
and hid in its green,
rolling on the hardwood floor
what’s so wrong with wanting more?
if there’s nothing else around the corner,
we could meet up right between the tension.
pink flip phone in my waistband
so i know it’s you,
only you,
just for me.