july
- Lauren Jane
- 3 days ago
- 2 min read
Updated: 10 hours ago
July
16 photos {2 nudes} & 3 poems
Its early but already I am waiting for words . My coffee smells sweet and I add sugar, no cream. I sat there for a long time drinking coffee outside and listening to birds in _____ ________. In my home there is a bed, two small tables and a grey bureau full of books, a jade dildo, a cock, and a tube of red lip stick she will sometimes smear across my lips, slick and matte and horribly brutally red
walmart parking lot
I dreamed of you last night, we walked down the sidewalk under palm trees with a heat headache looking at the sickle moon
I need my lover hungry for me, in our bed
Instead we stumble into the glorious lights of a walmart, dreaming of a different present
What delicious watermelon, what ripe avocados. Shopping at night, we buy juice from a man selling fruit by the road, a long walk with iced coffee under blazing noon sun and wonder what the fuck are we doing kissing in _____ ________. I saw you ghostly traumatized, sampling despair in the walmart parking lot and eyeing me with love. I heard you ask questions: Who butchered our future? and how many ways do men find to do that, we strolled outside through the heat, possessing a new imported future
(I touch our books, the ones they didn't take, and dream of our home)
i love your body
shadow bugs eat leaves to lace
kiss summer's best dress
this is what softness looks like,
I want to sleep in a field
and wake up covered in rain
I want to drink water from blades of grass
and cupped leaves
I want to be covered in mud
and for moss to grow in my hair
I want my spine and hips to come loose
like little beach stones and polished smooth drift wood,
skin like sea glass, green and transparent to light
healing is salted and bitter
and so familiar
the flavour of the ocean and trees, and rocks, and sky.
this is what softness looks like,
sleeping beside someone, fingers curled
this is what hardness looks like,
never letting go
