you said it happened while you were slicing lemons,
in the back
room
or that it happened and the sensation hit you
...like the scent of citrus, exploding like spit
and light from the pocked yellow
body
and you understood me then
and my quiet fire
and you buckled under your own
weight
mouth cupping an invisible star
eyes vacant and holy
its about time
you
realized
the
teeth
and the
bristle
and the
fist
of this love.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 10:43 AM UTC
you said it happened while you were slicing lemons,
in the back
room
or that it happened and the sensation hit you
...like the scent of citrus, exploding like spit
and light from the pocked yellow
body
and you understood me then
and my quiet fire
and you buckled under your own
weight
mouth cupping an invisible star
eyes vacant and holy
its about time
you
realized
the
teeth
and the
bristle
and the
fist
of this love.
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