There’s tonic water at our bedside
And crumbs in our sheets
And that word still feels sticky in my mouth
“ours”
Like candy coating
Cherry red and saccharine
Like happiness my body hasn’t matured into
I’m a river’s mouth
Spitting out melancholy
Dripping from my lips
There’s music in the foreground
And your breaths are muted under the sheets
While I stamp this sadness out of me
With the press of your warm mouth
Wet against mine
Letting this inkiness run out of me
Staining the places hidden
Under your skin
I’m writing out nineteen years of
Cigarette smoke
That I didn’t have to inhale
To get trapped in my heart
Across your shoulders at night
Hoping one day
Your hands will wring this out of me
It’s early in the morning
And you’re up spinning ambitions
Into something I hope I witness
The cobwebs of
And I’m naked
On your side of the bed
Watching your shoulders rise and fall
Under the humming
Of our overworked heater
Falling asleep to the promise of
The way you look at me
Let me be yours
For at least one more turn of hours
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
There’s tonic water at our bedside
And crumbs in our sheets
And that word still feels sticky in my mouth
“ours”
Like candy coating
Cherry red and saccharine
Like happiness my body hasn’t matured into
I’m a river’s mouth
Spitting out melancholy
Dripping from my lips
There’s music in the foreground
And your breaths are muted under the sheets
While I stamp this sadness out of me
With the press of your warm mouth
Wet against mine
Letting this inkiness run out of me
Staining the places hidden
Under your skin
I’m writing out nineteen years of
Cigarette smoke
That I didn’t have to inhale
To get trapped in my heart
Across your shoulders at night
Hoping one day
Your hands will wring this out of me
It’s early in the morning
And you’re up spinning ambitions
Into something I hope I witness
The cobwebs of
And I’m naked
On your side of the bed
Watching your shoulders rise and fall
Under the humming
Of our overworked heater
Falling asleep to the promise of
The way you look at me
Let me be yours
For at least one more turn of hours
