• ariachez 40w

    my finger
    mimics
    the softness
    of your lips
    against mine,
    and i can:t get it
    right,
    i can play rough
    but it's still not rough
    enough,

    so i close
    my eyes
    and remember
    how your lips
    re-taught me of religion
    i escaped from years ago,

    i still can't believe
    how you can kiss right
    and still be wrong,
    this must be how
    cults are formed,

    i tried to read
    again the letters
    your fingers are trying
    to scrawl on the side
    of my waist,
    yours are firm
    knowing where to hold
    tight,
    too tight
    that the ink
    splayed on my skin
    that it turned bluish then
    but now brown now,

    mine must be
    unintelligible scrawls
    on your back,
    but i paired it with
    unintelligible
    moans,
    that i thought helped
    but apparently,
    it didnt,

    you built a solid wall,
    but fine cracks are
    starting to meet
    in the middle,
    where blinding light
    comes from,
    showing
    the empty space
    beside me,

    day 1 after you,
    sucks,
    even if you aren't
    worthy of it.

    ©ariachez
    sep172021