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srpoetry · 1 year
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i am fascinated and disgusted by the trail of hair that stems from my navel
it depends on the day
i didn't ask for it
it appeared one day
years before
i realized or
theorized
people ask
not me
how do you know?
the answer is i didn't
my body did
- a sign of manhood // s.r. 2023
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srpoetry · 2 years
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i want to crawl inside his skin
make room under his ribs and lay down
like if i could do that then i'd be happy
in my own skin
in my own being
if only i could be in his
these feelings come and go
but are strongest when i see plaid
when he stands there, carefree
hands in his pockets, grinning at a joke he made that wasn't all that funny
i want to consume him
it took me so long to realize that i did
and now i don't know how to do it
i want to be him
i want to fuck him
i want his hands so i touch them
from the backseat i reach out, thinking
will they be as rough as they look?
will my palm disappear through his skin?
i want them on my body so i put them there
i climb in his lap hoping to find that place under his ribs
i don't know which urge is stronger
envy or lust
envy or lust
most days i can't tell them apart
- envy or lust // s.r. 2021
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