I didn't know your name back then.
I practiced love with other men.
I burned my lips on words like yes.
I didn't know your name back then.
I practiced love with other men—
a reckless, shipwrecked malcontent;
a willing, waiting queen undressed,
I burned my lips on words like yes.
I warmly, weakly acquiesced
and woke to wonder if I'd dreamt.
I didn't know your name back then.
I studied sin with other men
and broke my heart on words like when.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
I didn't know your name back then.
I practiced love with other men.
I burned my lips on words like yes.
I didn't know your name back then.
I practiced love with other men—
a reckless, shipwrecked malcontent;
a willing, waiting queen undressed,
I burned my lips on words like yes.
I warmly, weakly acquiesced
and woke to wonder if I'd dreamt.
I didn't know your name back then.
I studied sin with other men
and broke my heart on words like when.
Previously published in Lucid Rhythms, 2011
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