I want lithium that tastes like
hair intertwined in chain link
on pedestrian bridges.
It'd be spit.
Your spit I swallowed
eyeing the eye of the storm
barefoot on Kombucha glass,
we both felt safe.
The bridge'd be destroyed eventually
but love's a greater monument
than cathedrals built with
taxpayer money and with
lips locked I'd have no
reason to scream
when winds break the trees
or the wind breaks me.
I'd stand my ground
magnetic banded
to the metal behind
what's in front of me
and I'll have the taste
of lavender and humidity
in my mouth instead
of my own blood.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
I want lithium that tastes like
hair intertwined in chain link
on pedestrian bridges.
It'd be spit.
Your spit I swallowed
eyeing the eye of the storm
barefoot on Kombucha glass,
we both felt safe.
The bridge'd be destroyed eventually
but love's a greater monument
than cathedrals built with
taxpayer money and with
lips locked I'd have no
reason to scream
when winds break the trees
or the wind breaks me.
I'd stand my ground
magnetic banded
to the metal behind
what's in front of me
and I'll have the taste
of lavender and humidity
in my mouth instead
of my own blood.
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