Alexandra Axel

To these feet

Slung along porch steps

 

A quick glance tells me

I could open wider to your gaze

(Perhaps bannister straddled,

Head resting on hands piled

Imagining you between rotting wood

And my softening belly)

 

The problem here is the looking

It’s for someone who’s already already

 

I’m no one’s already anymore but mine

 

I’m much more controversial

When I’m asleep

Much more likely to

Much more

Tagged queer, relationships, sexuality