I want to live in his
yellows & blues —
darjeeling rollin’ on in
my head, bring me back
to you
maybe someday
the shadows fall sharp
in ways so cutting, I
can’t even begin to
communicate them
their edges marking deep
like this fat sun on me,
swallow me up
I’m whispering: please,
please
-
sun creatures, that
lion man & I, Though
he don’t love her
the way I do, but I’ll
show him how
I’m bleeding out
cursive verses I
don’t know until they
dance w/ the freckles
across my nose, all
drippin’ in rose-gold
teach me your language
& I’ll draw out mine, I’ve
tried it once but I need
the second time, I
haven’t got the taste
of your vowels quite right