i have no entryway for you.
sex explodes inside of me
and i have no way to let it out,
have no way to let you in,
so i lie on pillows
while an entire milky way of desire
crams itself inside my vagina.
i think it leaves star by star.
they tumble out of my throat like diamonds,
and then they wrap around you,
dissolve into your skin,
like “ouch” and “no” and “sorry.”
sometimes they string together, form constellations like
“that can’t be right” and “keep trying” and “i swear i want this” and “maybe if i’m on top.”
we try until my vagina is empty
and i am deflated
and your arms are tired
and the sheets are even cleaner
than they were before i decided to be disappointed