Taboo

This is the only poem of mine which has ever been published. It's probably the one I like the best. I was going to put a disclaimer on it, mainly to my family. But it's powerful, and I like the rhythm of it so I'm just putting it out there. I hope you like it.

Taboo

Under the glow of abandoned cigarettes,

The curved shadows of our bodies congeal on the wall.

I swallow your moans whole,

Smell the peppery slick of sweat on your neck.

I crave the slap

That sucks at our chests; and the taste of safety on you.