Ruined

Ruined

You are as messy as me

I see the artwork curving your thighs

And I crave it.

I want to be as dark, as deep, as raw,

As the things I shouldn’t be, but am, attracted to.

Treat me with the same recklessness,

Perhaps.

Lay naked on the grass and

Tell me stories;

What stories did you need to break free from your veins?

If you like, I will lie about what I’m thinking.

It’ll be easier that way.

 

 

 

picture by Nataša Vretenar.

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