I think I’ve said here before that I don’t often post poetry I like on here, and that’s because: a) I’m embarassed and b) it seems like I have to keep them a tightly-held secret until I can sell them for millions.
So, without further ado, the closest thing I’ve ever written to a love poem…
How can people say,
Do it for me slut,
I’ll take you from behind,
You dirty little whore?
In bed together
We talk of our secret origin:
A few drinks too many
And an awkward kiss.
Apart, I remember hiding
In the soft fur of your lower back
And seeing dogs in the street and smiling
Because I know you would.
Holding you down
When you have fits of anger,
My weight pressing down on yours.
It’s not that I don’t want to take you
On all fours
Tear off your tights with my teeth.
But how am I supposed to say that?