All I have known of loving men is emotional labour, And by that, I mean back-breaking, soul-sucking toil, Oh, the relief of carrying nothing but yourself, Oh, the relief of taking nothing but pleasure from their sex
i wanna taste your pistachio paste lick that kulfi stick get to the thick green freak shake i wanna prise…
A man must do it all with a ‘hard edge’A little rough, nasty, brutishWith courage and temperance, wisdom and justiceWith…
My body houses my pain.
It lives in the wrinkles
below my eyes.
“She rightly read the moment while I stumbled through a second-hand text.” – Jeanette Winterson But second-hand texts lay…
Life’s too small without freshly cut corianderGenerously sprinkled on kadhai chicken.Mint leaves blitzing their way with tomatoesRipe from the vine…
I see people and places,
Couples and crushes
I hear giggles and whispers.
These are the secrets untold to me.
SPREAD. BUT NOT READ I feel like you walk over me, all over me, Your gait was long and…
A kiss for the side of your neck One for the last of your back For a year that we…
i want to 377 you so bad till even the sheets hurt i want to ache your knees singe your…
I only ever read your letters
to learn what patterns to avoid
in future relationships.
They’ punch him
with the pejorative
and blame him for his smooth skin
and pink lips
for all ‘their’
Unbiased academic Pillars Stand rock hard and Straight-shoot to the sky. Pillars My teacher tells me all…
They lay eyes on him, they see a body out of the gym. A black, thick beard, in a need…
We are two boys in our early twenties
who can read touch like that, who have broken into
a 200-year-old mansion, without permission,
to see from above where people like them go
after 377 has been read down only for those
who can stay behind closed doors — in the custody
of cheap hotels, or houses that welcome nights
with the sound of latches closing.