mjhayauxJun 25, 20203 min readUndressing Part I"We undressed, then dressed again in the gowns of the moon."- Derrick C. BrownA shortened breath.You, your fingertips dip, rip secrete all the ugly parts of me, they settleupon your touch, my vision pierced darkness/the bend of your back glistened grains of golden light. My body shakes and shivers, rattles for you.Come home, come to me. I beg you,have me. Part II"Your eyes are red but you tell me don’t stop.You tell me to whisper something sexyso I say, “I’m so sorry” over and over again." - Derrick C. BrownI gulped you down as an afterthought.Our days prolonged with pretence and you look better with the lights off:I could mould and shape you, break you into her.The syllables that make you, distorted into a refrain:I’m so sorry.It puts me to sleep, the anticipation in the gaps between us. I’m so sorry lingers in the dark, muffled by our silencePart III"The experience of undoing and becoming" - Derrick C. BrownVulnerability looks hollow in this light,so touch the coldest parts of me,I want to burn and turn to dust in your hold.We soaked in the stench of expectation,dampened and stale: Staple the scent to me, leave me starving,Make me swear to still want you more. Part IV"I want to learnhow to say goodnightwith my whole body" - Derrick C. BrownMelting, along with the wrong hands of the right clock.I whisper to you with my eyes; blinking,diluting the weight of the night with how good we must look when we are dreaming.Part V"move at the speed of bad mood lighting"- Derrick C. BrownTouching me touching you sounds like a gentle way to devour each other into pieces;we tried so hard to make it pretty,turned each other into paint, but I’veunlearned how to use colour, left it stranded somewhere on your bed,dying your whole room into a headache.I hope it washes out.Part VI"I’m often nothing nights"- Derrick C. BrownThis isn’t about you. I’ve been indecent enoughto swallow down the taste of you andforget it by the morning but ugly becomes uglier when pressed up against bad bathroom lighting. Or maybe there was just a mirror Part VII"I just want to be kissed tonight and not ask for it"- Derrick C. BrownI am ready to surrender my worth in vain and you called me prettyso take it all Part VIII"Take apart the bed without tools"- Derrick C. BrownFuck through me:I’ve dissolved into the mattress but I’ve really got to find my way home so take me apart and put me back together using your tongue.Forget the instructions, follow my mouth.How kind of you to misplace me.Part IX"I know I am a moment"- Derrick C. BrownOf so many more you’ve devoured and been devoured by Of the push and pull of wanting you but for all the wrong reasons To proveI can drink myself emptyPart X"All I want to do is hot lust you into dead sweat"- Derrick C. BrownYou dirty bastard, you. Dissolve me into nothing so I can mean something again.Humiliation feels so much better with a face as pretty as yours in between my legs.Mark me, stain me, I deserve it.Part XI"I wish I knew all I wanted"- Derrick C. BrownFuck, how I wish that was you. So delicately, you make me feel like my aggression is worth something. When I breathe you in I’ll just spit you back out.Part XII"Let’s hurt each other Into gifts"- Derrick C. BrownYou opened me up enough that I always dressed down for you. Watch your door unfold, and find you hungryfor nothing but nakedness. Insult me well enough and I might just come to stay.Part XIII"I volunteer to disappear in your bed" - Derrick C. BrownI breathe better with you there. And yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I knew it had to be good when I melted into you: It was your stupidly damp lips that soaked through my goddamn surface, that, which, I’d coated red almost as to say There is nothing that can burn me.You can’t fight fire with fire. Thank god you kissed me and put it out.
Part I"We undressed, then dressed again in the gowns of the moon."- Derrick C. BrownA shortened breath.You, your fingertips dip, rip secrete all the ugly parts of me, they settleupon your touch, my vision pierced darkness/the bend of your back glistened grains of golden light. My body shakes and shivers, rattles for you.Come home, come to me. I beg you,have me. Part II"Your eyes are red but you tell me don’t stop.You tell me to whisper something sexyso I say, “I’m so sorry” over and over again." - Derrick C. BrownI gulped you down as an afterthought.Our days prolonged with pretence and you look better with the lights off:I could mould and shape you, break you into her.The syllables that make you, distorted into a refrain:I’m so sorry.It puts me to sleep, the anticipation in the gaps between us. I’m so sorry lingers in the dark, muffled by our silencePart III"The experience of undoing and becoming" - Derrick C. BrownVulnerability looks hollow in this light,so touch the coldest parts of me,I want to burn and turn to dust in your hold.We soaked in the stench of expectation,dampened and stale: Staple the scent to me, leave me starving,Make me swear to still want you more. Part IV"I want to learnhow to say goodnightwith my whole body" - Derrick C. BrownMelting, along with the wrong hands of the right clock.I whisper to you with my eyes; blinking,diluting the weight of the night with how good we must look when we are dreaming.Part V"move at the speed of bad mood lighting"- Derrick C. BrownTouching me touching you sounds like a gentle way to devour each other into pieces;we tried so hard to make it pretty,turned each other into paint, but I’veunlearned how to use colour, left it stranded somewhere on your bed,dying your whole room into a headache.I hope it washes out.Part VI"I’m often nothing nights"- Derrick C. BrownThis isn’t about you. I’ve been indecent enoughto swallow down the taste of you andforget it by the morning but ugly becomes uglier when pressed up against bad bathroom lighting. Or maybe there was just a mirror Part VII"I just want to be kissed tonight and not ask for it"- Derrick C. BrownI am ready to surrender my worth in vain and you called me prettyso take it all Part VIII"Take apart the bed without tools"- Derrick C. BrownFuck through me:I’ve dissolved into the mattress but I’ve really got to find my way home so take me apart and put me back together using your tongue.Forget the instructions, follow my mouth.How kind of you to misplace me.Part IX"I know I am a moment"- Derrick C. BrownOf so many more you’ve devoured and been devoured by Of the push and pull of wanting you but for all the wrong reasons To proveI can drink myself emptyPart X"All I want to do is hot lust you into dead sweat"- Derrick C. BrownYou dirty bastard, you. Dissolve me into nothing so I can mean something again.Humiliation feels so much better with a face as pretty as yours in between my legs.Mark me, stain me, I deserve it.Part XI"I wish I knew all I wanted"- Derrick C. BrownFuck, how I wish that was you. So delicately, you make me feel like my aggression is worth something. When I breathe you in I’ll just spit you back out.Part XII"Let’s hurt each other Into gifts"- Derrick C. BrownYou opened me up enough that I always dressed down for you. Watch your door unfold, and find you hungryfor nothing but nakedness. Insult me well enough and I might just come to stay.Part XIII"I volunteer to disappear in your bed" - Derrick C. BrownI breathe better with you there. And yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I knew it had to be good when I melted into you: It was your stupidly damp lips that soaked through my goddamn surface, that, which, I’d coated red almost as to say There is nothing that can burn me.You can’t fight fire with fire. Thank god you kissed me and put it out.
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