Sex/Love/Movies
popcorn pops in my teeth,
it sounds like my / hip pops
when you flip me over
and lick / up the lollipop,
the only candy they had left;
they're all out of Milky / ways
that your hand fits inside me
and I am / remade this movie,
I mean, how did they get the rights?
wasn't it only in theaters / yesterday,
we fucked so good, right now we are fucking,
and tomorrow, we'll / fuck I forgot
my purse beneath the seat,
hold on one / second round which
I normally don't have stamina for
but you make me feel
so deliciously / hungry for popcorn
and Milky Ways, the theater
ran out, but I don't care
because it's / you / in my bed,
my mouth / the seat beside me / your head
against my head, to kiss me / you cry
while the credits roll / and
you're so delicious that / even if it’s
the best movie of all time
I'll only be thinking
of you / you / you.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
C. C. Rayne is an author of all things weird, wonderful, and queer. You can find more of C. C.’s poetry in places including The Dread Machine, Rough Cut Press, Eye To The Telescope, Stone Circle Review, and Heartlines Spec. You can find C. C.’s stories in places including The Deeps, The Razor, HAD, and JAKE.
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