i pull out the box of memories from a shelf.
i dish your memories into a plate.
i plunge my fork into the soft, sweet mass.
i sink my teeth into the reverie of you.
it feels slippery, tender, in the cage of my teeth.
the sound of your laughter tastes like metal in my mouth.
the hazel of your liquid eyes tastes sharp and bitter now.
the honeycrisp bite of your lips tastes rotten, like something left out too long.
i've forgotten the way your disdain curdled my stomach.
the way your dismissal felt like my throat closing up, leaving me clawing for breath.
choking.
i've decided i don't like the way you taste.
i'll just grab something from outside.
YOU ARE READING
MY LADY
Poesiaour gazes clash like blades ricocheting off of each other glancing off of each other each time i catch your eye and yours are trained on me i feel a jolt like fire shiver and flicker over my skin my lady, my love, oh, were i to bite the sweet spot...
