You’re like premenstrual syndrome emotionally taxing and swollen swollen with love It sneaks inside Fills up all the gaps like a migraine I need to stare at the ceiling and sweat unattractively I need you to care for me wipe my brow and say you’re not dying When I clearly am When the mucosic saliva starts to collect I want you to take your finger and slowly run it across the curve of my lip tentatively, with exploratory intent You’re so tender and I just want to eat you I want you to stick your whole fucking hand down my throat and then I want to swallow Yeah, I love you extractively Like fossil fuel inspection It’s not sustainable but it feels like money Feels like success, like we’re . . . making it The world’s Sexiest American Dream I want to eat you alive like the planet Take all the most beautiful parts of you and find out how they taste Digest them so you can never get them back So you become unrecognisable to everyone but me
Featured photo by Baly Gaudin.