Sex and Scoliosis

This spine is unsure of which way it wants to bend
So it twists itself into pained, unatural angles,
Seeking the reassurance of screws.

       The scalpel leaves a scar
       For you to trace your fingers down
       As these bones quiver over unfamiliar landscapes of skin


Im an overflowing pallett of pale colours
Which you have spilt through this penetration.

   
    I twist in ways i have never known
    As you mold me into all the things
    I never wanted to be..

           I now recognize my flesh and it feels-
           How it accepts the things i cannot fathom.
           My lips part themselves and invite you in___

Im an off-white canvas yet to be filled
With all your colors..


      The emptyness of me has long rested in between my thighs
      And you have consumed it without the use of teeth,
      But tongue.. carressing me from the inside.

Touch me where it means the most to feel.
And place your kisses where it hurts
As you transfer your smile across my lips(chapped and unsure)


Im a picture of unfinished words
And my heart holds the ink to your pen
(is)




8/9/10