Marie-Niege

Marie-Niege Aug 2014

he used to hate coming over
after I had just come home
from work with the brunt of a
long day torn between the
flesh of my hands because
I would do nothing after
cleaning up but lather my
hands in tea tree oil and my
face in organic honey and let
them marinade into my pores
and cleanse whatever filth
had snuck between my
vulnerable skin. He hated
the strong stench of tea
tree oil, earthy mixed with
a peppermint incense that
seemed to linger long after
I'd wash my hands and
lotion them with Jojoba oil.
He disliked the honey on
my face because when he
pecked my cheek hello
his lips tasted for me so
surely that he'd crawl back
to, just for another taste.

him

Marie-Niege Aug 2014

as calm as a clam

you were the person I'd call
when the panic of tears
honied my lashes together
and sprung hot like rashes
down my luke cheeks. you'd
listen to my voice thick and
jarred filming through your
phone, slow like molasses
and think like honey. you'd
listen and when I fell as
calm as a clam, you'd
tell me, "baby baby, it's alright."

you used to compare my voice to honey, blue velvet and the nantucket blues. "As slow as honey, as smooth as blue velvet, as soft as hydrangaes." Maybe it was just the writer in you.

Marie-Niege Aug 2014

swarm

We don't speak.

We look into each other's eyes.

We don't nod.

We acknowledge each other's presence with silence and calm swarms along with it.

He fixes his tie and walks away.

We don't speak.

We don't speak.

We don't speak.

Marie-Niege Aug 2014

come again

i need you gone
and not with the wind,
because it will bring you
back again.

Marie-Niege Aug 2014

stress

was it not the camel that
broke the straw's back
had it feeling like
it's straw was made of
unmendable water
had it feeling like
it's back was the only
piece he could sit upon
nevermind the ground
and all the pressure it
could handle.

Marie-Niege Aug 2014

both

He is confused by
both dusk and dawn.

He considers both to be
another variation of night.

Marie-Niege Aug 2014

Liam never Smiled

I liked Liam
because he
never smiled.

And if there was
ever one thing
that I wanted to
be it was the reason for
why he felt
so much of one thing
that it'd make him
change from such a
stoic disposition.

corny
but in those moments,
they were very true.