I’ve known you more
than the underside of your tongue
wet, reckless, and longing
I recite your anger with sure lips
before yours even part.
We memorized each other bare-fisted,
soaking palms
we don’t touch anymore.
The silence just bleeds
Staining the empty sofa
No longer our worn place of comfort.
We are asking for one another with greedy jaws
loosened with halfhearted declarations
and it is not enough.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
I’ve known you more
than the underside of your tongue
wet, reckless, and longing
I recite your anger with sure lips
before yours even part.
We memorized each other bare-fisted,
soaking palms
we don’t touch anymore.
The silence just bleeds
Staining the empty sofa
No longer our worn place of comfort.
We are asking for one another with greedy jaws
loosened with halfhearted declarations
and it is not enough.