before they told you that love was/
war - i memorized the shape of, learnt its taste and its texture and its weight against my
tongue/ bound by my teeth and the curls of your skin in gold/
heavy and soft like the bow of your lips and the pressure of your/
ribs: hot and heady and glassy against the whorls in my fingertips from which the oceans steal their tides
and your eyes are bittersweet
YOU ARE READING
tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
