SUMMER COCKTAIL，poetry

summer cocktail

watch the girl with suns
in her cheeks
adhere an automatic smile
onto the seam of her lips
and enthuse in saturated
gentleness

watch her eyebrows gravitate
toward her hairline in nebulous
clarity or in a simply
endearing habit
(you didn't have an inkling )
and watch
her traipse all over the room
in her exclusive introspective
reverie like you always have

watch her worry her bottom lip
between her teeth and pull
at the hem of her sweater

and watch
with eyes imbued of
besotted curiosity

how she laughs and
laughs and laughs and

laughs

her throat hoarse and

wonder

if god must've neglected
an awful lot of people if
he spent so much time on her

so you appreciate
appreciate the way the sun
bends a tad inward and
kisses her white-washed teeth

appreciate the throaty kind of
laugh
she emits that climbs higher
and higher and

appreciate the way her hair is
pulled back in a small curly ponytail
that
hovers just slightly above her neck
and tastes like sunshine in your mouth

appreciate the little strands
of baby hair that falls to her
razor-nicked jaw and frames
her face so preciously it
makes her look so gorgeous

appreciate

h e r

don't tend to the big bold reminder
of a significant date dictating: 171d ago
because
you know, you understand, and
you wait for the numbers to transfigure
into a solid 365d ago

so you can
wrap your arms around a
certain girl with cheeks so
hollow they can only
hold metaphorical suns

press your chapped lips
against the apple of those hueless
cheeks and choke on endearments
you hope she's still able to hear

so you can watch her
break into that little
dimple and weave a yellow
smile into cherry-dusted
lips and dip her head a tad bit
to look at you

and you who's a fraction of a head shorter
drew a muffled gasp from the
deepest of your constricted throat
and your stinging nose

and your lips fasten together
in a confetti of sunflower seeds
the corners of your lips
lifting towards her

for she is the sun
and that makes you
feel warmer than any
other thing in the world

(remember to beg god not to
love her more than you do.)

-k. • summer cocktail