october 27, 2024

the heat of a summers night 

matched only by your warmth  

skin to skin, we’re melting into each other 

but i’m wet like cold cement in the morning 

rough and scuffed 

i’d soften if it meant you’d want my touch 

a filthy game you play 

ripping out the threads that sew our wounds 

like a cat with a ball of yarn 

you’re careless, maybe soulless too 

but i guess that was the allure all along