#1
1000-thread count sex-
less sheets on your ripples.
(at least in my dreams,
if you know what i mean.)
pulling bottom-bunk duty;
bow-tied/strung up twine
like a present beneath.
hog-tied/anything to unwind
or else open up for me.
(your eyes, i mean.)
i loved for you like god and
tired boys with raccoon black
circlets around their eyes.
sleepless sadness/fucking faggots
with credible headaches darling
and a fashionable heartache
plus whatever keeps you all
buttoned-up plaid and
strapping young man;
seams bursting across
the folds in your chest
and me laying low
(bottom-bunk, to be exact)
wishing that i could've
loved you like that.

can't get to sleep,
knowing that you're
hanging right over me.
what is isn't
and never will be.
#2
I Loved this, I can't even think of any criticism to give. I especially loved how you closed it off,
"Can't get to sleep, knowing that you're hanging right over me". Beautifully written.
#3
The tightness and inability to breathe really works with this one... it was a complaint before but not in this, no, this is beautiful.
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