I just want...

[iphigenia]

something tangible.
that i can stretch out my arms and feel
and touch and taste
and stare in the eye
lips and skin and teeth
to devour my resistance
something slowgrowing
but reassuring
a flirtation
nothing binding
no name attached to mine
just a sunshiney day and slow kisses
and the feeling of promise
of possibility
of freedom
just feeling alive


"write all your poems on borderless paper"