Dec 13, 2023 18:14
Little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window,
your records,
your books,
our morning coffee,
our noons our nights,
our bodies spilled together
sleeping,
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever,
your leg, my leg,
your arm, my arm,
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
Little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no knife.
The knife is mine
and I won't use it yet.