Alchemisland

Repelling my worst instincts through vellum

My heart’s a burst cyst

You are the best, that famously chased first hit

One sniff of you I’m only fast verbs

You’re always the current version

You make me go berserk

Again like a chaste virgin behind that sheer curtain

Making me question if I’m worth it

Me, who never received something and asked whether I deserved it

My confidence that I did was often highted as my highest virtue

I was not furtive about my love for you, often blurting it out

Wrote it on my eyelids in Sharpie but it blurred in transit

Now it looks like I’m wearing make-up

You don’t care, getting handsy

The offer is always one she takes up, even holding a full cup she leans to sup

One to indulge, she will never be full so it’s all suffering and never fun.