Rich rigid bricks,
your sheen green cat eyes.
Your mom’s huevos rancheros -
spilling into noons.
Fireplaces off the window panes,
crisping open a warm chest
for a bed of new delights.
Dozing in my ice sheet hands -
I was meant to be bitten,
then bitter.
Lips pushed their forgetful illusions,
His rememberable forehead lines -
tasking away at lost minutes
of too many 14 hour days.
Here between long firm legs
lying in your large white cottons,
over collections of moles,
and forests of scars.
Wondering if she hurt you
in the same ways
that he hurt me.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
Rich rigid bricks,
your sheen green cat eyes.
Your mom’s huevos rancheros -
spilling into noons.
Fireplaces off the window panes,
crisping open a warm chest
for a bed of new delights.
Dozing in my ice sheet hands -
I was meant to be bitten,
then bitter.
Lips pushed their forgetful illusions,
His rememberable forehead lines -
tasking away at lost minutes
of too many 14 hour days.
Here between long firm legs
lying in your large white cottons,
over collections of moles,
and forests of scars.
Wondering if she hurt you
in the same ways
that he hurt me.
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