She Must Be Mad: the bestselling poetry debut of 2018

And thank god that they only last a week.

with his assistants (#ulink_bf98989f-7ed2-509c-8f03-1afb9fe0bf07)

She squirms nearly naked beside me

Lollipop stick legs

Like a Lowry

Waiting to be coloured

I fill her in best I can

With a haze-hugged recital

Madness over just one man

It splutters slurred and sloppy

I feel her skin soft and on me

She breathes a sigh drenched in

Yawns for coffee

We put on one of his shirts together

Find the slunked-off socks

And bury down secrets we now have to keep forever

His face is unimaginable

He’d have guessed it sooner

Had his lust been made more tangible

But he was busy

When we were busy for him.

doubletree by hilton (#ulink_77db6e1c-1b26-5718-b5c3-44d7a7cc1fcb)

Mesmeric in the most disarming demanding way

I flash honesty brazen and wasted

As you kiss the words from out my mouth as though they’re still untasted

Satiated

We lay

As you press your head upon me and lie about my beauty as though it’s your unspoken duty

I feel safe because you’ve said it

Feel a rush of adrenaline and then push it from my head

You said it

I watched you close your eyes and forget it for a second

And then deny it

You falsify your worth with memories unjust

You try nothing more than to make me feel I was once untouched

And now all I want

Is for the history before us

To erase in diluted drops

That you slipped along my index fingers

When in this heat my rings got stuck.

porn (#ulink_e3a0c339-36b5-52d7-baf5-90c79a888218)

She moans

As he throws

Her body

From arched feline back

To face in the pillow on her tummy

He pulls her by the ponytail

Her eyes widen with excitement

Loneliness

As well