pas de deux

It feels so weird saying
your name in my head
over and over again
it doesn’t belong there
it belongs down my thorat
on my heart
in my bones
it’s all i know
So it’s what slips off my tongue
into your mouth
i shiver with the moan i let out
So empty when you pour into me
bittersweet full of release
sweeter still to be so free
while we’re so tangled up in
bed sheets and heart strings.

In Wales
I learned to take my coffee with honey
I went to a funeral.
I’ve never wanted to hold
You more.