Poems from hufftyal
Next time you compare a girl to Aphrodite,
I hope she realizes that you are no match for a goddess of her stature,
And that she deserves...
Can you see to the back of my throat when I exhale rushed praiseRed and raw, "Oh God" shapedWith my tongue at the brink of my bottom teeth?...
My two shortest fingers can wrap around my wrist like its nothing.
When I look at my stomach, it is pale and flat.
These legs do not store...
I bring you sweaty palms,Dried on my Sunday best.I bring fear and sympathy,In solidarity.I will give posters drenched in permanent marker...
When I think of you:
Thick frames with thicker lenses,
Red roses drawn or, more accurately,
Crafted-- just for me.
Give me lamp-lit...