do you ever look at a boy and wonder if he moans as pretty as he looks
Etikett: him with a capital h
concept: it’s morning. we’re both on the couch, wrapped in each others’ arms. early morning sunlight floods through the gaps between the blinds. it’s peaceful.
Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,
Robert Frost, from The Complete Poems; “A Line-Storm Song,”
“[I was dreaming of you but]
just then
Dawn, in her golden sandals [woke me]”— Sappho, from Sappho: Poems & Fragments (tr. Josephine Balmer)
Sappho translated by Anne Carson
I make us hot tea, you play with my hair.
I think you’re cute
cute as in I wanna hear what you sound like while experiencing an orgasm
I want him………..but ima shut up and let the universe decide
“his cheeks are dusted with gold from the kisses of gods / he was always apollo’s favorite.”
— excerpt from Leo | published in STARBIRTH chapbook by j.d. (via cashmerebambi)
beberequin 