I undo buttons.

hy_b&w_buttons

hy_b&w_buttons

hy_b&w_buttons

I undo buttons like he undoes my heart.

Things are heavy for me, like the last long pillars of shadows at the end of a day.

Despite my happiness, I can’t shake the sense that things are always ending.

Ending.

Ending.

Ending.

Is this a curse?  Is it real?

I need him under those buttons, large and veiny, throbbing.

I need him in my heart, guarded and distant.

I need him in me, gentle and loving.

I need some fucking space.
Sinful Sunday