My body fills and fills like a tumbler
of lemonade poured by God. I am
a hundred light bulbs burning out.
I am your favorite dessert. I am opening
and opening and I feel as though I cannot
open anymore or my legs would surely grow
flowers from the back of my knees.
I am overflowing the bathtub. I am spilling
spilling spilling clean.
- Sierra DeMulder
THE POET DESCRIBES AN ORGASM
I know I shouldn’t feel empty,
now that you love me
but the moon still looks lonely
when it’s full.
boy moans are so nice