poem: Meaningless Chats

MEANINGLESS CHATS

By Erica D.



Wait for the lonely midnights,

Wait for those kind of

Meaningless chats;

You know the ones:

Those chats that tell the truth,

But

Under the light of day

Have no bearing.

You reveal truth

At midnight,

You reveal

The Inner

Self.



Under the bobbing lights

Of firefly, fairy lights.

Unassuming;

Disinterested in the

Affairs of men.

Mouths part,

Eyes sparkles—

Maybe I wouldn’t have told you:

“I like girls with clit-rings.”

“I like riding guys on top.”

“I’m a kink, not a freak; there’s a difference.”

Passing that Black & Mild;

Don’t fuck up the flow.