I Crave You Like Carbs.

Title: Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Medium: Digital Camera

Artist: Local Idiot

She says, I love you

but what she really says is,

"tell me you love me."

My silence

does not sit well with her

Like Eve of Eden

she suddenly becomes aware

of her own nakedness,

fashioning clothes out of bedsheets

pulling them towards herself

with a hint of disdain.

I don't blame her,

her reaction is justified.

I have been in her place before.

It is written in the stars above - that we shall never meet,

any more than lovely moon - will ever meet the beach.

To gaze upon her pale shade - mirrored off the sea,

and have her waves break on the shore - for all eternity.

Eagerly I pray for tides - like the thirsty pray for drink,

to hear the music from the foam - and sea's tranquility.

I feel her pulling on my heart - with all her gravity,

a gentle language that she sends - spoken just for me.

Yet it's written in the stars above - that we shall never meet,

but when I feel her moonlit glow - I'll wait here happily.

I will love you into oblivion

my little disco Death Star,

in our secret society built for two.

your serial thrills my moth cult kills

you grow into my deep dark places

like mold upon my bones

the gap in the tooth and crook of your nose

my pretty baby full of grace

dripping red drippy drops along the floor.

😐🫴🏻🐉

The stains of human history

can never be erased,

only masked over until tolerable.

.the wets

I'll not waste good chapstick,

on bad kisses anymore.

I use to like riding the metro around the city with with no predetermined destination.