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.
