my lights
are off
but i’m not scared
laying here
listening
to his poem
as he reads
his voice
pouring out of my phone
speakers aren’t enough
i want his breath
on my neck
but still
this is intricately intimate
if only it were infinite
indulgent and irresistible
in sickeningly small intervals
if i am even missed at all
i hope its by him
this feels deliciously tangible
like i can hold it
taste it
lick the euphoria from my teeth
and spear it
i find myself
smiling
genuinely
non-offensively
a real
“i think this’ll be the end of me”
kind of smile
i think
all the struggle
was worthwhile
i used to be scared of the dark
but now
the absence of light
means i can hear him better
and i think
i’d do anything
to hear him better.
12:50pm - 07/03/25