Stinger Words (I’m Sorry, Sarai)

tragedy on your breath

when you kissed my lips

I just held mine in

and kissed you full-back


Without regret


our tragedies mingle in the air

pollute our chances


We cross-pollinate

We breeze


taste on our leaves

under our knees

mornings after

the taste of your bed

my tongue


parts of us

near hips


We singe


kissing too close

to the heartbeats


We give


kiss my poem

clipped of its wings

can’t reach your fist

held tight and close

to read and love and devour

for every poem, there is an hour

pouring over words

chosen just for you

to take with you

hopefully it won’t be too long

before your words reach

my heart as well



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