She Must Be Mad: the bestselling poetry debut of 2018. Charly Cox

your eyes and forget it for a second

      And then deny it

      You falsify your worth with memories unjust

      You try nothing more than to make me feel I was once untouched

      And now all I want

      Is for the history before us

      To erase in diluted drops

      That you slipped along my index fingers

      When in this heat my rings got stuck.

       porn

      She moans

      As he throws

      Her body

      From arched feline back

      To face in the pillow on her tummy

      He pulls her by the ponytail

      Her eyes widen with excitement

      Loneliness

      As well

      Banshee screams and hollow slaps

      Perfect nudity and waxed arse cracks

      Half taken by the throng of flung-off thongs

      I’m bemused and sad and thinking

      Why do they never show the naps?

      The intimate legs twined like spaghetti

      Cooked and thrown back in the pack

      Stuck with starchy love

      That’s the real magic, that

      That’s what turns me on

      When after all the sheets have seen

      Where you lay and nose touches nose

      And you still know where to kiss

      With the lights still off

      Because you’re lit up in a childlike beam

      And through panting pause your mind wanders lost

      Feeling your skin cling innate to one another

      Like a baby to a breast

      That first breath

      When you exhale and simmer,

      Two maudlin corpses

      Too hot and they still shiver

      Craving more whilst digesting a slither

      Of moments ago

      She moans

      As he throws

      Her body

      Wanting it with a posture comfy

      He runs his fingers through her hair

      And tells her that she’s lovely

      Beautiful in fact

      He grabs her by the waist

      As she holds his face

      And steadies gaze

      Whispers lightly in his ear

      I’d rather make love to you

      Than just simply let you fuck me