I did not like the idea of sleeping with someone, always adjusting, shifting, having to fold oneself into the body of another. A jigsaw puzzle made up of all of the mismatched pieces abandoned under the couch—tucked away in corners.
Maybe it was because I was sleeping with all the wrong people—I did not mind sleeping with you.

the audacious
young boy who presses his lips
into the depths of an already bitten peach,
a forbidden kiss
teeth imprints
of curious lovers
somehow finding a way to fit
into one another.

No more bad figurative painting in 2023, go learn how to draw again. xx