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 

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