My body remembers yours
like the rains remember the soil
that they come back to, monsoon after monsoon.
sweet, alive kisses-
the beloved your lands always knew would return.
And one of these late nights
My angry tears will remember your name
as they did once before.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
My body remembers yours
like the rains remember the soil
that they come back to, monsoon after monsoon.
sweet, alive kisses-
the beloved your lands always knew would return.
And one of these late nights
My angry tears will remember your name
as they did once before.
