The second time I met someone from a dating app by Rosa Caines
I never thought it would happen to me In this invited way A night spreading out like any other A night with open arms With awkward conversation and questions and whisky You asked if you could kiss me And later you held my hand I hope you break both your knuckles I lit candles and dimmed the lights and put on my favourite Bowie record Lay down on my pink sheets Red silk underwear My body a bouquet Where was the moon when I needed her? Why weren’t there foxes screaming bloody murder outside? Why wasn’t my gut doing anything at all? I thought I knew all of my feelings by that point I thought I had felt it all The full spectrum from red right through to blue That it couldn’t happen to me in this way Because I would always want it And I always wanted it I used to keep a list of all the boys I had slept with I don’t think I can add you to it After you lay there your hands behind your head Itching for your clothes, for the door I felt strange My hands felt small a...
