This time of year, I think of the mornings when I wake up next to you. The sun […]
Author: Alex Greenspoon
From masterdocs listing lesbians to colourful hook-up maps, university town lesbians have repeated a historical mantra; when you lack a third space, go to third base.
I stayed while they stuffed me like their taxidermied doll.
I am privileged to love you, I am privileged to hold you, I am privileged to have my fingers interlocked so tightly with yours
In my time of self discovery I have managed to abandon myself.
I’m sick of begging and I’m sick of trying.
I want to feel the warmth of someone’s embrace without feeling like I’m in a stranger’s arms. Hold me tight and don’t let go.
Withhold a form of liberty when I tell you about my sobriety.
The cycle has picked up its pace.
Hold my hand.
Ponder our futures yet consider our presents.
I love you the way a priest loves his bible.
You consist of my thickened blood and spit.