(no subject)
it's funny that there even was an us
thinking back to writing papers with
medium roast, 2% and 3 packs of equal
in one hand,
pen in the other
taking breaks to give you a glance
and an upward curve at the side of my mouth
you read me before i was written
leaning over to meet my jaw line with your nose
grazing my stubble till you reached my lips
you shifted me
caused me to leave poetic scribble trails
i lost my balance with you
landed on the car-soaked pavement
and bruised
the fist beneath my ribcage
you read me long after i was written
and you put the book down
thinking back to writing papers with
medium roast, 2% and 3 packs of equal
in one hand,
pen in the other
taking breaks to give you a glance
and an upward curve at the side of my mouth
you read me before i was written
leaning over to meet my jaw line with your nose
grazing my stubble till you reached my lips
you shifted me
caused me to leave poetic scribble trails
i lost my balance with you
landed on the car-soaked pavement
and bruised
the fist beneath my ribcage
you read me long after i was written
and you put the book down