Held Lines #6

 Soph Bonde/Argot Magazine  [Image Description: a photograph of an east asian woman looking over a railing onto a body of water, wind blowing her hair up behind her. The light is warm on her face.]

Soph Bonde/Argot Magazine

[Image Description: a photograph of an east asian woman looking over a railing onto a body of water, wind blowing her hair up behind her. The light is warm on her face.]

I love watching you fall in lust with me.

my hair curling and thick against my neck
pushing against my ear like a wrong thought
my other mind free
I keep scratching until the morality shows

fuck fuck show me your love
I want you in my arms
you I want you on my mouth

I want that burn in my lungs

fuck

A startled look, your smooth cheek and 

can’t I touch?

 

Indulgence is holding a mug of milk and honey to my mouth, the hot crocodile skin of cream tacky on my lips is our forever; a thought that rises of your sweetness and my desire. I know better, spitting, scraping the fat off my teeth with my fingers and tongue but in these moments, as I drink you down, I can still taste the thickness of craving.

Like opening my eyes under water, looking at the filtered glare of the sun and trying to breathe, I choked for months on you.