I wish I wrote you.
The syllable count
of your facial features is perfect.
The way your hair flows rhymes
with your glances.
Your clothes fit
like tightly lined up stanzas
and when I read the words
with my lips
I find the meaning underneath.
I wish I wrote you,
but I am no such wordsmith.
I memorize you
so I can recite you whenever I want,
keeping you on my breath,
I always have your taste swirling in my mouth,
permeating my tongue.
When I pray
your lyrics
bleed into my words.
I speak with divinity
through you.
I live life.
I hold my city’s hand,
embracing her imperfect culture
like she is the only one for me.
I kiss the scars
of the fractured streets on her body,
admiration creates traffic.
Her night sky hair
falls on the hills
of her shoulders,
She smiles,
her skyline shows,
buildings like teeth.
Her lower lip
an ocean swell,
her upper lip
an ocean wave.
I spend my summers
caught in her kisses,
at peace on the tongue
of her shore,
watching the sunset
and her lunar artistic community rise
and draw her lips up
into a grin.
I live my life
with my city.
I felt
all four seasons with you.
Spring in your touch,
summer on your lips,
fall in your embrace,
winter on your tongue.
Don’t leave me
in a state of blankness.
I feel spring in your touch,
desires flourish within me,
leaves tingle as they sprout,
roses bloom
and I place them on your mouth
a bouquet from my lips,
thorns from my teeth.
I feel summer on your lips,
the euphoria of blue skies
as I swallow the sun
from your lower lip
and feel it radiate down
my throat and chest,
the light shines against my heart.
I want the euphoria of summer skies within me,
I need daybreak
to peel back my inner darkness like an orange
and let my suffocating heart
I feel fall in your embrace,
I feel the coming of the holidays when I hold you,
my hands on your waist,
like my favorite warm drink.
I feel my sorrow dry up within me,
bruising, and then turning shades of yellow
like an autumn leaf, hoping it eventually
cracks the same way.
There are parts of me that I need you to kill,
to shatter.
I feel winter on your tongue,
sending glaciers of memories
to sail in my veins,
a coldness to numb my madness.
I feel the snow of your kiss
fall to the back of my throat,
I surrender naked
to the blizzard of your taste.
Without you,
it is just blankness,
I am stuck in a clock,
with seconds making their way over me like ants,
the hands
like two black tongues,
singing the words I could never say,
lulling me to sleep,
set me free from this blankness,
walk over here with your black dress.
I felt
all four seasons with you.
You carry your pain
like a shattered halo
under your tongue,
your words sometimes
get caught in it
and fester there.
When you don’t speak
I know you need me to
untie your infection
with the religion
you find
in my mouth.

You are my wishing well,
and I place all my wishes in you.

My kisses send forbidden desires
to fall into your liquid heart
like coins.
I listen to their splashes,
making a wish with each one,
They ripple
from your heart
to the rest of your body,
waves of lust,
you fill.

I came to sip your waters.

We will chase your dreams
like two savage dogs,
they won’t get away,
even if we end up
with blood on our teeth.

You did not like the view,
but our love was just the window,
shielding you
from the elements you disliked
and providing security
from what is beyond.
You complain
that you did not like the view,
but our love was just the window,
and you never learned that,
so the curtains closed,
and what you do not realize
is that unseen window
is still keeping you safe,
and always will.