Look like something I could float on
And when u laugh
That dimple winks at me
As if it knows I’m waiting for it
And if I’m close enough
I can hear your heartbeat
A rhythmic melody
A Smooth and consistent lullaby.
And your hands
Textured and thoughtful
Creeping up my thigh
Just enough to get warm.
I let them stay there long enough
And then I push them to their destination.
So you can explore me in detail
And turn me into a poem.
You start it with an always.
It comes from the bridge you walk over
Of things you said you’ve forgotten
And you carry that always
Right there in your pocket
And as heavy as it may be
You wield it
And then it rains so thunderously
and you frighten me
You swear it’s always what I do
You tower over me
and I shout to you
I thought we forgave each other
I forgive you and you add another
To your suitcase you carry through
Our relationship is something blue.
You always do this
I never do.
Do you taste as sweet
as your smile?
Are your sheets
as fresh as your 11’s?
Can I find out?
Fall into your bed
like a free spirit falling into
a field of dandelions
I bet you look like gold
under a yellow sun
for the night.
Let me find out.
What did you see in me
that made you snatch me from my rainbow
Did you think there was a pot of gold hidden there
That I could afford to share?
It’s not yours to take.
I have to wait again
for the rain to stop
to get my rainbow back
And now you’re rich.
There’s an apartment on the corner,
Graffiti on the cement
The gate is weak and leaning towards the dead grass.
An eye-roll for those who worry about the beauty of the neighborhood
A mom lives there.
With a contorted heart
She threw herself to the soil
so she can hold hands with her little boy.
She looks from the window.
Small balloons on the sidewalk.
Disney Characters smiling at me.
They don’t belong here.
They float on a string tied around a candle.
A white Jesus with his hands outstretched.
He doesn’t belong here, either.
A black boys picture hidden between the small teddy bears
holding satin hearts.
Every time I drive by I look out the corner of my eye
Trying to ignore it.
Like everyone else.
Like everything else.
I don’t belong here.
I keep my eyes closed when I think about you.
So maybe I’ll wake up and the reason my heart beats this fast will be because of a dream.
Because you’ve chased me with a knife made of stories I’ve told you.
And you know it’ll cut me
Cause you still haunt me.
So you chase me until we’re exhausted
and I try to reason with you
I shield the wrong part of myself
I’ve fallen in the garden we’ve made together in spring
Nothing has grown in months
Except for these white flowers that brides hold.
But I wake up
And it still hurts.
I shouldn’t have given you that knife