you don’t face me when we sleep
and I lie awake, composing couplets of it
then you palm at my lips and mumble
secrets I wish I would have kissed you
that night in the rain I wish you would have
kissed my toes when I pulled them
from their dripping socks and laid in your bed.
we come up with a hundred excuses not
to touch but I see lost love everywhere and resent
not bringing it to my breast
the lonely hate the fulfilled because they
are kind of dead we pile our emotions into
the bathtub until water dilutes them to fine
powder we build concoctions of
not knowing what the opposite ***
feels like even they’ve purpled my heart with
a bruise and cannot sleep in bed with you
he whispers I wish we would have kissed
so you were not lonely I wish you were my toes.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
you don’t face me when we sleep
and I lie awake, composing couplets of it
then you palm at my lips and mumble
secrets I wish I would have kissed you
that night in the rain I wish you would have
kissed my toes when I pulled them
from their dripping socks and laid in your bed.
we come up with a hundred excuses not
to touch but I see lost love everywhere and resent
not bringing it to my breast
the lonely hate the fulfilled because they
are kind of dead we pile our emotions into
the bathtub until water dilutes them to fine
powder we build concoctions of
not knowing what the opposite ***
feels like even they’ve purpled my heart with
a bruise and cannot sleep in bed with you
he whispers I wish we would have kissed
so you were not lonely I wish you were my toes.
