lover is a day

before summer

i think maybe in your absence i will grow into a woman you would want

maybe time will hit my body, hard and repeatedly

it's sting will make my skin is red and shiny

whittled and smiling, i will fit myself into your old lover's clothes

i think that maybe next year we will find some common ground

i will look at you and be calm

waves lapping at brown sands

you will look at me and see a heart alive

flames burning hickory trees

every boy i've ever written poetry about melts away in my hands

like orange popsicles on august nights

i'm sadly trying not talk about you

let's speak of the hum at the back of my neck when i see you

how i want you to be the one to drift your lips across the nape

how i want you. full stop.

there have been times when i admittedly regress into a child

my body is giggling nerve endings

watching your face is like watching sun-kissed rivers

alive and full of light

watching your face is just digging my head into faux leather couch cushions

goofy, i guess that's what you do to me

make me a mess on the floor

wipe me down easy

i'm trying not to make you the center of my mind

so let's not talk about how i wrote your name in cursive in my notebook

i'm trying to be mature about this, i promise

maybe time will teach me that old hearts don't get young love

it's just that everything about you is pretty

and i wanna touch my shoulder on yours

and i wanna know what your red headphones play on subways

may not know your mother tongue but i wanna hear you speak it for hours

and i want you. full stop.

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i just wanted to say that i made a multi-genre zine abt my natural hair journey, media influence, and some other stuff and there's a link to it in my bio :) also the collaborative poetry + prose zine 'opal' is like in full overdrive and the artist i'm working with estimates end of june for the art and i'm very excited and yep yep.