12 Quotes by Benny Woith

Does your body belong to you?Does it do what you tell it to?If the man comes over and through,Does your body belong to you?

Broken earsbarking at the door.Fingers finding your bridges,crossing them.Fraying at touching lips.Smoothing hair with kisses.Crashing knees togetherlike tambourines.Colliding boneslike bumper cars.

Who said you weren’t beautifulor smartor necessaryor potentor vast?Who said you weren’t capableor fireor heartor boneor breath?“Who said.”“Who?”“Yeah. Who.”But baby, not TRUTH.

I kiss like a fish.With your mouth the bait.Oh, how your fingers drown me.I never want to wake.

You don’t block the window anymore.The breeze is coolerwithout the thick sweat of your breath.Air more fresh,not stained by the dirty words delivered.This space kisses me in ways you never could

You’re a relief not to come home to.And now I'm free to come home.

The Male is perhaps a rough symphony. Cymbals, trumpets announcing an entrance, a presence. A back talk, eye rolled, sighing concerto that hits the highest note of retreation. But you come back for the elation, like a Beethoven, a cloud number ten. Just when you think It's finished, just when you think it’s time for bed.

My heart was longing for you suddenlyand I became short of breath.The kind you took away so long agoand only gave back what little I have left.

Anywhereandeverywhereyou gopeople will still bewalking their dogsandordering bad coffee