Never have I ever seen two words
fit perfectly to form a name.
The way the syllables sound rolling off
of my tongue,
...
I had a dream that the moon swallowed the sun
and we lived in darkness.
Then I wondered what came and swallowed you
and left you alone.
...
You may see her
as layer upon layer of fragility,
a beautiful thing that must be plucked.
But no matter that withering
...
Poetess/Songwriter. Creature constantly evolving. Everything I am is painful, vulgar, and unrelenting.)
Her Name
Never have I ever seen two words
fit perfectly to form a name.
The way the syllables sound rolling off
of my tongue,
provoking the desire awaiting after each
letter.
But the desire to do what?
Explore your body?
No.
It's much more profound than that.
I am craving intellectual intercourse.