everytime a woman’s rapist goes free,
i feel forced down and brutalized all over again
everytime a woman loses her rights over rape
i feel a fist to my face before i’m sexually assaulted
over
and over
again.
Sex with you
i imagine it is an intoxicating drink
a sip of home brewed beer
and fuzzy warmth at the bottom of my stomach
a tasting a pour over dark roast
tickling the back of my tongue and
stimulating all parts of me
and entirely intoxicating feeling
spinning my mind
explodeing the ends of my nerves
action potentials burning like flames
it’s control over my body
my mind and heart
turning logic into a thing of the past.
meet me in a town far away.
a secret only you and i have.
an adventure we both crave at the base of our souls,
intertwined with the familiarity of home.
because where ever you are,
there too is my home.
your memory lives in a song
returning to images of us laughing
and looking at each other as if
the luminescence around us will never fade
i can look at you longer
and hold moments that fill me with awe
either way this song will play again.
i am in a different place
where a single bedroom ranch
has a quaint little garden
this place doesn’t exist yet
but it’s called home
and one day we’ll be there
you are so beautiful
if no one tells you daily
let me remind you
let me paint your face with that message
with my lips
from my soul
bever let a day go without
body positivity
it doesn’t always happen for me
but when it does
i have to grab it with all my life
so when i don’t have it
i have encouraging memories to aspire for.
