I’m unsure what I(‘m) like I’m unsure what I like. I don’t know if I like making love slowly, You know, the type where the skin is seen up close As we kiss tenderly the exospheres of our each others’ bodies Where it’s not about movements but moments Maybe I like it fast the onomatopoeia of banging The crush and slap of body parts The damp rush, moving too fast for thoughts We don’t slow down enough to catch our feelings To sweep our hands through the cobwebs of our thoughts And then lick the glistening strands from our fingers I’m unsure what I’m like Am I the warm chaos of melted chocolate? Someone standing in the shade of a big beautiful tree to polish the lingering shine off their thumb A strange place for a stain Or, am I a starchy pair of pants? The kind you don’t wear They lay folded in the deep recesses of closets, arrogantly waiting To live Yesterday, I sunk my fork into the moist body of a cake, unsure of whether I’d continue its journey to m...