DO FEELINGS HAVE TITLES?
In another minute I’ll be dirty. But surely
she’ll be dirty too?
Open your hips between my lips.
It starts with a kiss and ends much too quickly.
Maybe this was meant be.
We’ll wait and see.
In the morning, after yawning, there is a gnawing in my gut
as I fall in the same rut that comes after pining.
Then finding my void is still empty and yet her’s, so full.
In another year I’ll be nearer thirty, closer than I’ve ever been.
And yet I still have not seen eyes or mouths
mouthing the meaning of words I give away so freely.
