he makes me mad 13.3

here i long to stay

safe in the comfort of loving madness.

the over and over sounds

of skin on skin and squeezes and sighs.

we settle into it

a little bit too easily,

all longing gazes

and crossing fingers that it won’t hurt

eventually.

two narcissistic pessimists

falling and falling and falling

will it end well?

of course not

it never does!

as you always remind me.

but, when i’m drunk on the early morning,

my body parallel to his,

just the thought of his fingertips is enough to drive me crazy.

and as long as he makes me scream

in every single sense of the word,

as long as his hands are the most beautiful sculptures in the world,

here i will stay, and settle.

safe in the comfort of loving madness.