taffy smiled at me last year, & i started to cough
up sonnets. her skin was the earth. i imagined
finding meadows in the crevices
of her back. i imagined--
her smile-- was not mine
to keep. it hurt to excise her voice
from my dreams.
chisom smelled like coffee,
like the kind of mornings
i craved. & i loved to play with her
hair. to go digging
around her mouth for harvest.
until i could only find stones.
i’ve been here before. & my heart
has learned nothing.
yes, licking misery
off the same hands
that once fed you
stardust is tragic. but here i am taking risks.
rest your ear on my chest dear. tell me,do you hear my stupid heart doing flips?
YOU ARE READING
Endless. Blue
Poetry"the day you first told me you loved me, it was hot, the sun picked at our skins like god was trying to kill us with a magnifying glass. . ."
