My breath catches –
Catches again
Before slowing to an easy rhythm
Contours of you
Your effortless
Body. To be in bed with such a boy
I wish, I wish –
Wish to love you
But your bed is a deathbed, and I am
Catches again
Before slowing to an easy rhythm
Contours of you
Your effortless
Body. To be in bed with such a boy
I wish, I wish –
Wish to love you
But your bed is a deathbed, and I am
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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