weird lesbian poetry part 83259
Dec. 5th, 2022 12:41 amhey imma do that thing where i demand of myself i write a bunch of shitty poetry all the time, daily, knowing that statistically i will end up with at least some good stuff. and also to just practice doing and completing to overcome the habit of getting stuck in executive function perfectionism cycles or whatever.
the intention is to be back tomorrow. the likelihood of this is low. but i'm fine w failing in that intention bc i've set it up to be low effort enough that i don't feel bad missing a day or coming back in 8 years. ya know!
take this i wrote it in 10 minutes!
i want you inside me
to say this means your hands between my thighs
your fingers drumming the same idle rhythm you tap across desks and soda cans
is worlds less obscene than what i truly mean
i want your being beneath my skin
not just the romantic notion of your essence or spirit
i want to feel my flesh stretch with your bony limbs searching for space within me
i want to watch my surface undulate
as you wind yourself around my innards
curled up like a kitten in the sun around the winding path of my intestine
stubbornly taking hold around the bumps of my lungs like tree roots across invading cement landscapes
when your laughter rings out melodious like bells
in one of eleven melodies i composed myself
it is because you are laughing from inside my own chest
when your hands cradle my face it is with my own as gloves around them
when you hold me i hold me
when i hold you i am allowed to fully love my own self
i am forced to own my body as sacred
for it houses the most precious piece of my life and love
you.
the intention is to be back tomorrow. the likelihood of this is low. but i'm fine w failing in that intention bc i've set it up to be low effort enough that i don't feel bad missing a day or coming back in 8 years. ya know!
take this i wrote it in 10 minutes!
i want you inside me
to say this means your hands between my thighs
your fingers drumming the same idle rhythm you tap across desks and soda cans
is worlds less obscene than what i truly mean
i want your being beneath my skin
not just the romantic notion of your essence or spirit
i want to feel my flesh stretch with your bony limbs searching for space within me
i want to watch my surface undulate
as you wind yourself around my innards
curled up like a kitten in the sun around the winding path of my intestine
stubbornly taking hold around the bumps of my lungs like tree roots across invading cement landscapes
when your laughter rings out melodious like bells
in one of eleven melodies i composed myself
it is because you are laughing from inside my own chest
when your hands cradle my face it is with my own as gloves around them
when you hold me i hold me
when i hold you i am allowed to fully love my own self
i am forced to own my body as sacred
for it houses the most precious piece of my life and love
you.


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Date: Dec. 5th, 2022 03:39 pm (UTC)This is wonderfully written. Cheering you on for tomorrow!!
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Date: Dec. 5th, 2022 07:28 pm (UTC)