derrick brown

[suchatragedy]

i remember how his face looked there in the dark that Long Beach gives birth to every night. every deep deep feature that spent a life time on his face never looked so beautiful as it would to a nineteen year old girl who was doing every single thing she could to escape. his mouth was my map and his chest was where i wanted to go.

my favorite poet in the world let me sleep in the crook of his arm.
http://www.brownpoetry.com/video/Come%20Alive.mov