I felt numbness in the tip of my tongue.

My stolen sex melted — she drank vanilla & honey



She didn’t kiss me when they arrived home.

Her messy hair

Was a ray of light — she fled riding her



After that, I stayed in bed,

Thinking if I still could be called

A virgin…

But isn’t virginity

Just another relative concept nowadays?

I answered my own question,

And nothing ever changed


Hidden parts of my body



I wanted to touch her flesh

Again, but I could never

Ask her to come back —

I never loved her.

I never really did, but I wish

She could have been loved by me, that



With her taste still dancing all over my

Mouth, I felt the sky

Breaking in pieces:

How could I ever let you

Persuade me? Or did I ask you to

Persuade me; the easy prey?


I told myself to dream again, and went

Back to his arms




5 thoughts on “Prey

  1. Reading this gave me the goosebumps. It’s wonderful, and I find myself relating to it (also, loved the dialogue on virginity) and how you find yourself back in his arms. I don’t know how you meant the poem to be interpreted, but to me (I’m bisexual) the feeling of longing for a girl and settling for a boy just because it’s easier is one that is just all too familiar! Anyway, whether or not you meant for the poem to be taken that way, it was an amazing read :) The frustration and doubt was portrayed in a really beautiful way <3

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    1. Thank you very much. (: I LOVE the way you interpreted it! I think that’s one of wonders of art — you have your own way to interpret things.
      The overall meaning is basically what you described (smart Queerstastic!), although his arms were the right place for her at that moment — he was the one she was in love with, although she lost her virginity (or her {“lesbian virginity”}) to that girl.

      Thank you for reading and commenting! 💙

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