Poems from mgquinonez
My coworkers all have insomnia
They don't remember what it’s like to dream
I think they despise my struggle
To keep both feet in...
We peel each other’s clothes off
Unwrapping gifts
My Roman statue in the flesh
Enters my temple
And I forget to breathe
If Hickies were band aids thenLying naked in your arms
Would be my therapy
And your kisses could stitch me up
And mimosas could be the...
He is tasting every savory wordWith a clenching jawIf he doesn’t lower his voice the barista will noticeAnd the inky hipsters drinking...
We were just kidsWith spit and secrets to swap