#foxprose

[kaytpoems]

her curves a scripture

i write over and over again in hopes

she will appear in my dreams. all 

wide smile and wicked intention. 

a blessing. a muse. a wish i hoped

to touch even if only in my sleep.

~K.T.

[kaytpoems]

optimistic observations

can’t see without my glasses, 

but fuck it, color me rosy. i’ll 

take a tinted world if it holds

more color in its lenses. will 

keep dreaming of an amber 

sky, living and bleeding.

~K.T.

[kaytpoems]

entangled intensity

sleep is not a coy lover. she 

is a sedation. presses down

heavily against my chest. lips

to neck. i am all heavy-lidded

gaze against her alluring warmth.

~K.T.

[kaytpoems]

kindness an inheritance

learned a quiet love from my dad. one

that brings a bowl of fruit and changes

the trash before you ask. physical touch

from my mom. a tight hug. a cheek kiss

goodnight. i am an amalgamation of the

languages my parents taught me. of the

love they have built.

~K.T.

[kaytpoems]

hands guiding hands

grew accustomed to loving in the 

shadows. learned this language 

through trailing fingertips. pressed 

to rising ribs. nails against back. 

against shoulder blades. flesh, hot

and bothered, against desiring flesh.

~K.T.

[kaytpoems]

straddled strength

legs the cage i trap you

within, but you only smile

up at me. this is not a prison. 

only a cocoon of soft limbs

you can grip and mold in 

each warm palm.

~K.T.

[kaytpoems]

how did i get here?

i step into the clouds. mist

leaves dew on my heels. it

is so white here, and i am 

blackened by grief, trying 

not to smudge my sin across

this sacred purity. 

~K.T.

[kaytpoems]

nature’s stolen tenderness

how softly the sun rises from a 

darkened horizon. stretches her 

arms of warm hues. smears all

her sleep-laden color for us to stay

up ahd gaze at with tired eyes.

~K.T.