Graduated and certifiably done with school for a bit.
Finally. It’s been way too long since any writing’s gotten done.
“Untitled”
If I could tell you everything I know would you listen?
Would you take in the mysteries with the horrors?
The triumphs with the catastrophes?
Would you revel in that moment I learned to hear a smile?
Would you turn away from the visceral repulsion of racism as you walk down the street existing the wrong way?
Rubies. Succulent. Like the ripest pair of wet lips ever just out of reach.
Hair. Your hair. Always everywhere. In my teeth as much as my eyes. The scent intoxicates.
Just the thought of you makes my heart race and I wonder: may I think of you any time I please?
Never ask ‘cause you’ll never know, but what if you did?
How quickly that image might change.
And they wonder why every thought’s a secret.
Memories a forbidden reprieve.
If you stay they’ll keep you, but they’ll never love you.
So often I wonder: is today the day the lie will be enough?
Defeat and victory weigh heavier on each shoulder the longer that question lingers.
But who could judge when they’ve never seen the glint in your eye as you walk in wearing that silken dress?
It felt like reality, thinking of the future lying ahead–the future I’m laying.
The sun rises, the dog is healthy, and bellies are full.
Whether the faces hold expression I cannot tell, for it is not my place to impress intent upon them.
A millenia ago couples wrapped in repose remained coupling;
today they are much the same, and for that we can be grateful.