Goodnight

Some beds, like poems, are better left unshared.

Away

My eyes can handle the distance
and I enjoy the space in bed.
My legs can spread
my arms can sprawl,
But my nipples, man I'll tell you,
they miss you enough for us all.

The Geography Is Against Us

"But why?" she asked? And I'm not proud, but I lied right then and there.
The geography's against us dear, you are there and I am here.
It's not that I don't love you. It's not that I don't care.
It's just this damned geography is against us.
I chose here and you chose there.

Wrong Person

I don't mean to be rude, but I think you're trying to rob the wrong person.
I'm a white girl
who lives in the city
a white girl with short hair.
I put my name on the "not to be fucked with" list in 1984.

I'll take the

cat calls and
stomach cramps
all for 70 cents on the dollar

if it means I get to have something in common with a person as badass as you.

Growing

There are things hidden inside you I want to pull out
to use as a blanket.
Only I will know it is you
holding me in such heavy wet darkness.

It's not contagious.

No amount of kissing, swishing, rubbing, brushing, holding, folding, licking, loving, blinking, needing, bowing, vowing is going to make me contract your ivy league degree.