Interblanketary Migration

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The border is the thin space 
Between twin beds
The visas are willing bodies 
Lightly toasted 
In the oven of desire 
The passports are 
Lusty looks exhanged
Rolled over and inspected

Faraway Lover

Image credits: @pam_E_chic

I soaked you up
when we were together.

Touched you,
kissed you,
stared and stared,
teased and tormented.

I soaked you in
when we were together.

Licked your skin,
tickled your beard,
scratched your chin,
watched you smile
and laugh and frown and sleep.

Promises

Anything to make you happy.

I know you mean well.
Money,
Your time,
Your body,
Your heart;
A place in your life.

You want to be
My confidant,
My lover,
My protector;
My hero.

Love, Ex

You said you’d never make me cry.
But this water pouring down
My face; it’s nothing, really.
It’s only salty ‘cos it comes from
Inside my body, like sweat.

Couture

Don’t treat me
Like you did your ex

Don’t love me
If there’ll be a next.

Don’t cut and hem,
And clip and trim.

No hand-me-down love
Needed here, thanks.