finding elsewhere.

16th december, 2023.

here we are, carved in stone, our necks sloped against one another’s.

i hang onto his every word and inspect his sweet face, trace my fingers around him and he does the same to me.

he calls me pretty often and it dizzies me.

he asked me what i wanted to know about him and i said everything.

he calls me a witch. tells me i would have been burnt at the stake five hundred years ago. he whimpers when he’s inside me, stays there long after he’s come. holding me close, his mouth fastened to my neck.

he celebrates me as i hover over him, his mouth open; telling me not to move, he wants to drink me all in.

we wrap ourselves around each other, tangled limbs and hot breath.

i feel like i’ve been poisoned.