You were heavy,
lead on my lips—
I licked you off,
found beauty from the
weight of
surrendering inwards.
Quick!
Drop softly to the floor
in shaky once-more-whole
being; I think I know
who I once was—someone
burns sugar in the kitchen
and fear haunts these
smile lines again?
God save me from
the touches of false ghosts
as city skyline fades
black, kisses highway,
turns dead cold.
Please believe me when I tell you:
I am simple in my desires,
but my desires are not simple.
Look at these palms, offered whole
in peaceful protest
--do not shoot! I fear I cannot look
back.
This silver soul has tarnished slowly
in your fingers—
give it here.
I will polish it brilliant,
make it
emerald laughter,
violet shouts,
silver crying,
navy peace.
My prayers were amber meditations—
gentle as summer-rain,
sweet as mango. Did they
touch your ears when
I kissed them towards
God?
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