FUCK YEAH EILEEN MYLES

I’m scared
Sickened really
The passion I’ve felt for you
Still rocks my body with morning
Whiteness loving you is the loneliest thing I know I want your warm arms around me
I feel like I’ve fit in your plan somehow
The one in which you slip quietly out of one
Life and into another which doesn’t contain me. I don’t want to be contained
But momentarily enveloped by your
Love, the ocean smell of your breath
The violence of my passion for you is
Astonishing. It seems so simple
Roll, get lost, plunge endlessly.
I shouldn’t be so lost without
This contact but your predictable request
I wait now strikes me
As infinite and familiar and I can’t
It’s no longer
My nature to
Fulfill a need To be absent
Somewhere
When I want To be in your arms
Not teasing, but test
I fail.

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Eileen Myles: Ink