My favorite sex position is the one where you’re in your bed and I’m in my bed and I’m wide awake and you’re sleeping soundly and my head is on fire and your head is still wet from a shower and I’m trying to forget what you smell like and you’re trying to remember if you fed your cat or not and I decide that I can’t sleep so I go buy cigarettes even though I was trying to quit and you’re dreams are filled with flowers probably and day trips to the mountains and I don’t know if I’m going to make it to work tomorrow and you’re probably going to eat a good breakfast and I don’t think I’ll have the stomach to ever eat again and it’s just hard and I’m just tired and you’re just happy and I’m just sad and i hope you remembered to feed your cat because I’d remember to feed your cat.
At least I’m good for that.

Oh, how you loved the boy time buried,
the one who danced through summer,
with december in his bones.
Like the tender hands of winter,
wrapped delicately around your throat.

(His body, a battlefield, spring could never hold)

—  In his dreams, it is august, and you breathe | p.d

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