queer-with-a-pen

borrowed

the blood in me loves you

and other sweet nothings

i can make real 

simply by speaking them, lover

 

with your head in my lap

my hands in your long hair

and the night fraying at the

edges around us

 

giving way to dawn

for the second time

what a treat to watch it

become light once again

with you

 

and other sappy shit, too

because that’s what i’m good at

putting more poetry 

and romance into whatever

it is we have

 

whatever it is

we had

than there ever could have been

 

and sometime it feels like

all that’s left between us is

an empty bottle of rum

two dirty shot glasses

and the shaking of my hands

the aching of my teeth

 

and what an ending that is,

lover

 

what an ending this is

giving back the time

i had tried to borrow

for us



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