If you kiss me now our eyes
will close and we will
push against each other
like fruit vying for the light,
In the nightpain of loving
our eyes will slowly open
and your face will wilt
until its cheeks and crevices
dim under the sad symmetry of
our public lives.
If you kiss me now I will forget
the grown repair of skirt alone
in the loud sound of memory
as it slips ever so gently away.
Caroline Shank
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
If you kiss me now our eyes
will close and we will
push against each other
like fruit vying for the light,
In the nightpain of loving
our eyes will slowly open
and your face will wilt
until its cheeks and crevices
dim under the sad symmetry of
our public lives.
If you kiss me now I will forget
the grown repair of skirt alone
in the loud sound of memory
as it slips ever so gently away.
Caroline Shank
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