I Don’t Understand

How you pretend we aren’t sex. that you can’t hear me in numbers my name is imagery forget the math in this sin– there is none– I am all for the love of you. We are sex. ten thousand oceans of it We are the same tide. Masters of Sync. Arch. And Moon. You’re the best I’ve never had. I have never let anyone drown me like you do Your name is too pretty, 4060 echoes but I just need one of you it takes this mad girl whole, hole in one and my name is thirty years ago– I landed on my toes, and they didn’t even break– …that’s how strong you make me. My rock, you sink me back into the Right sea. At night we can trade hearts and draw ourselves brand new eyes for our hurricanes we can be violent. We can unplug metronomes and place them in our walkie-talkies in our impatiently goodness gracious hands I am drowning– while you try to stand. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support