Apr 15, 2020
keep you
even amongst your bruised knees, with scars that knit their way across your knuckles
even amongst the knots in your shoulders as big as knolls, and the knots in my stomach
The first aid kit is in the kitchen in the cupboard above the kettle. With every kiss I plant on your skin next to the cuts left by one who would kill you, you whistle, as if you’ve never seen me kneel in front of you, between your knees.
You know I’ll keep you as long as you’ll let me.
r/m/t
(alphabet poems)