Faith, you’re driving me away. You do it everyday.
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this is a poem about sex.
This is a poem about how sex is nicknamed “the birds and the bees”
or “being deflowered” so children are taught that sex is something
cute, soft, full of pollen and petals, without ever addressing the rotten reality of rape.
This is a poem about how sex isn’t rape.
This is a poem about how sex can…
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"Sometimes when she’s sleeping, I kiss her on her shoulders, the back of her neck, her cheek, anywhere and everywhere. I play with her hair and run my fingertips up and down her sides. I think the highest of hopes for a future together with her. I listen to her heartbeat and play with the fringes in her clothes. I cuddle up against her, holding her, and truly think to myself that she’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. So, hopefully, if there is some sort of higher power, they know that I loved her even when she wasn’t looking; I’ve heard that true character is built when no one’s watching. Maybe this way, I’ll be judged for the way I love, not the ‘who’ I love."
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We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
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