The Poetry Project

three poems

b holton

dirty dream #2

you promised to do to me what I did to
the living room which is to say I am done
sweeping up which is to say I am on my
knees with a broom handle between my
legs which is to say bent over the toilet seat
with a toothbrush which is to say
it’s clean!

the small rocks tracked in on your boots
hairs spread to catch the corners of the room
the rind the raisin the rug
it took me a while to feel like I earned it
it being whatever you left inside me when
on my kneecapsxxxxxxxxxxxlike a
moonxxxxxxcratered
when you walked in
the floor was clean the bed was made the
underwear was off

dirty dream #3

you with your fingers deep in a crate of peachesxxxxxxa breezexxxxxxspace without bordersxxxxxxfine and prickly
green grassxxxxxxxxxxxxthe skinxxxxxxyour neck’s sloping givexxxxxxnot quite your elbow yet insidexxxxxxthe
space and gently a therexxxxxxyellow without beesxxxxxxhow in, through basket, there are your hands
always your hands, say the times around backxxxxof course you’d labor so gentlyxxxsifting the seeds from
the skin xxxxxxI widen, say proliferation! xxxxxxbeautiful for surexxxxxxI am smelling your palms
that thingxxxxxxgreater when slaughteredxxxxxxthat thing xxxxxxoh good and terrible scale

after lou

there are two candles lit
your dick on the dresser
hands on each other’s cocks

all the futures, you said
we
interlocking
trading the same air back
and forth between our mouths
and forth bethe futures!

I widen with breath when you say it
I am unable to sit up
a tongue runs
laps around the canal
I wasarounI meanxxxxxxxxxxI hadn’t stopped
I have usedxxxxxseveral times
the words too late

after all, didn’t
you dress me the
first night in oil?

Work from My Smutty Valentine: Queer Kinships and the Poetics of Smut with Anchoress Syndicate

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