I’m sorry if y’all hate me for posting these boring sketchbook sketches of 5 minute poops from pixelovely guys but that’s how I roll, ok yes.
Sketches I in my sketchbook with 0.5 pen. I am going to do these erryday, damn anatomy suckage.
This morning I woke up with starving lips and oily thoughts:
the taste of you hung damply on the tip of my tongue
and the smell of your cologne; skin; and hair
mingled sweetly still in my lungs.
I lay in bed and ached for your calcium frame, your firm flesh,
your virgin mouth and pearl-grey ears.
Darling, you taste so beautiful.
Later, I removed your dry white fears
and folded the scattered thoughts you flung so carelessly on the floor.
Lest you worry that they shall go to waste, I promise you that
I shall bury them deep in my womb,
where they will take seed and fester the greedy wound
of my enduring love,
so that you
will be forever remembered.