xxvi

slipping, bind your throat
push until your eyes haze out
tension, pulled deeper
hips gripped bone against bone
taste the air as it drips
sweat, cum, spit, piss
leak until you’re fucking drained
wipe it off your lips
just to push it back down your throat
own it like you own me
bury your teeth in my breast
bruised fruit blue
devour me so i can die in you
balance slips beneath us both
don’t let go, don’t ever let go
i was made for your cunt
i was made to lose myself inside you
i want the blood rush endlessly
grind down until we forget to breathe
i need you more than anything

existence in poetry //

transgender,
hopeless sapphic
gothic romantic //

revelations in love,
despair, hope
failure, beauty
death, personhood
resistance, healing //

non-indigenous woman
dwelling in Naarm
on lands sovereign
to the Wurundjeri people
this always was
always will be
Aboriginal land
paytherent.net.au //