garden

You listen to songs
that sound pretty
talking about things
you know nothing about
You think about sex,
the kind
that would make you beg
the kind
that would make you scream
the kind
that would make you believe in God
You think about lovers
that flash before your eyes
all that regret hanging heavy
in the back of your throat
and washed down
with nostalgia
You dance alone
in your room
watching the way
your hips move
so reckless
touching yourself
like your hands
aren’t yours
You lie in the dark
eyes shut
thighs opening
and closing
like a flower in bloom
like the flower he plucked
from the garden between your legs
Who knew loneliness
could feel so empty
and so good
at the same damn time
Who knew you could bury
your longing
for another mouth
to devour your earth.
For nails and teeth
digging into skin.
For whispers
drenched in salt rain.
Hands clenching roots.
Tongue
in tulips.
But it sinks
so deep:
This want
for flesh
that tastes
bittersweet

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