Sexy Yearning Poems from Vince Ruston

Sexy Yearning Poems from Vince Ruston

Sexy Yearning While in a Wikipedia Wormhole

Something about this is

primordial.

Our atoms have

known each other since

before even the

Haedean eon

maybe even since two

dwarf galaxies crashed together,

exploding

into rubble and dust,

spraying particles into the

ether

only to be

rearranged by

gravity, into a new

planetesimal

only to

crash and explode

in pieces of shrapnel

again

only to

coalesce, and

shatter

over and again in an

infinite loop until they

eventually

form the earth,

metallic oceans and

molten, churning core.

My atoms have been

trying to fall into the right

orbit to find yours

since that first,

ageless

collision;

the first time I

touched you was like

‘oh,

fucking finally.’

 

Sexy Yearning While Cooking

The onions make me

cry. A slip of the knife

slices

a dash in the pad of my little

finger.

I suck the blood, staunch it with the

inside of my cheek. The kitchen

chokes

with the recipe you taught me,

garlic, basil, and gleaming

burst-ripe

tomatoes, steaming up

the windows. I swim

in the aroma, the

closest I can get to you

tonight, the

smell of you

permeating my clothes,

clinging to my

skin.

The wooden spoon,

touched to my lips to take

this part of you

inside me.

It scalds my

tongue like a

brand

with your name on it.

 

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