'domestically.'

we’re two

tectonic plates

of a whole.

plummeting

Into the arms

of the other’s yin,

festering

our emotions.

domestically.

 

i concave all my ideals

into one being,

watching them contort

their body

with mine,

like two dancers,

genderless

in their leading.

domestically.

 

nesting every woe

inside

the bodily fjords,

moulding my skin

into skin,

blessing me,

blistering

as a whole.

domestically.

         by Kyle Fairhurst

Kyle Fairhurst

'Sucking My Tongue'

I want your tongue

to mark my collarbones

the same colour

as the plum dye

your ex

smothered her hair with,

when we joked

she looked like

Barney,

“I love You”, “You love Me?”

 

I want your tongue

to tell me the truth

about what you did

to her

in those weeks apart,

when you rung me

half high

half horsed

and you regretted it

“wholeheartedly”.

 

I want your tongue

to roam between my lips,

find my mistakes

and recall them.

To find the blue of my past,

and the sordid details

that gave me very

little energy

to fix even the black of my tooth,

“I’ll book it for you.”
 

I want your tongue

to fill the holes with your phlegm,

with crashing teeth

like tectonic plates

just as they did

in that film,

that felt more like

it was watching us

than us watching it,

“stop laughing!”

 

I want your tongue,

anything

for you to temporarily become part of me.

For,

I find myself now

sucking my tongue,

folding one half to the other

in memory of you,

like aftershocks.

           But you don’t.

           by Kyle Fairhurst

Kyle Fairhurst is a student of BA English & Creative Writing at Goldsmiths, University of London. He is also one of two founders of 'Two Lungs Publications'.