stained and longing

You watch me undress.
Our fingers covered in sick
& the stench lingers as we
embrace;
as our
touch disregard our
fattened shapes;
we
embrace &
let the world fade.



You watch me undress; your mirror
like a bra too small, like
a growl too loud, like an orgasm
faked: scattered
throughout infinity.
Our fingers touch, soiled and
wanting, stained and



longing.