smoking roses

press my lips together step on every crack split every pole howl at the moon kiss every mouth throw caution to the wind eat until i’m full eat until i’m stuffed eat her out sing at the top of my lungs open the window in january light a candle fill the diffuser too orgasm fall in love reach over and bite her nails down she goes down on me i wake up curled into her chest her breathing slows into my shoulder blades i know she’s sleeping take off my shoes wear my headphones listen to indigo de souza pass it by fuck it publish a poem in a magazine so what if my ex transferred to my college he doesn’t love me the way she does or the way i love myself and the curve of my stomach she loves for the fluff on my thighs not just past it lighting up sweet in the woods behind bischoff giggling in H-wing fuck it i’m stargazing

Ronit May is a twenty year old social work student at Ramapo College. Their work has been published in The Closed Eye Open’s Issue XI, The Blood Pudding, StreetLit, and more. They are working on their second chapbook, A Sentence Is A Garden You Stumble Through (Hoping To Pick A Word So Beautiful).