it has been exactly a month
since I tasted salt on my tongue
and felt sand between
the ridges of our blankets.
the only thing I ever learned
from my parents
was that a boy
who loves his mother infinitely
would love me just the same
and you would've given yours
the world;
when you kissed my throat
could you taste the waves again?
I am so desperate to be the deepest parts of the earth-
I have veins like rivers
and you could dip your hands in.
my whispers may be cloudy
but my mouth is a cavern
the noise produced is dark-
you stole my sunshine, and you know
I don't think I've ever been so pale.
translucent and glowing like ice packed in piles beneath the stairwells
(in the neighborhood
where nobody knows my name)
it is warm but I love you just the same.
winter frosted the windows
shut for us
and when you dragged me
in front of the mirror
I was wide eyed and shaking
and you made me look
at my reflection-
"you look so beautiful"
the whole planet
should have looked in at the girl
with the cigarette
shaking between her lips,
and the bruises on her hips,
with the veins like rivers,
the cavern mouth
filled with diamonds,
that were planted by your kiss-
one day, I will be carried by the wind
or rushing through the sea-
and you will peer down at yourself
in the ripples of water,
see your reflection,
and you will look so beautiful.