1 year ago. Sunday, May 12, 2024 at 11:04 PM
They sit in drawers, in boxes. Corsets,
fishnets, lace drawers with a pearl string.
They’re waiting, but there are no footsteps
on the stairs; no ragged, exciting breathing
breaking the quiet as I tiptoe into that room.
The toys that wait their turn - vibrators, glass
dildos, clamps and beads - slowly lose their
optimism in tandem with me, as I scroll
through apps and inane messages. Fantasies
I planned to live out slide into dreams
without someone to live them out with.
Sometimes you just have to accept
That what you’re looking for isn’t out there.
Or if it is, it failed to swipe right on you.