I HOPE ONE DAY YOU SEE THIS
d had ackee cheeks and tender titters that made nectar-feeding insects be born from the palms of my cleft hands he held together with his god limbs, filling the gap in between my flesh with damask sheeted love.
i use to love how beautiful the side of his face would glow, almost opalescent, when he sat underneath canary sun and thrusted through cotton clusters of flowers. being with him made the air turn into shantung electricity and light into angel smudges.
and what i would give
to feel this way again
to feel him one more time
and trace the kissed freckles on his face.
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Poetryglossy words put together to make you feel in the middle of a cruel saccharine melody.
