vi. The Taste

Not today, but soon i will learn to braid hair 

so i can braid yours- 

On the rooftop of somebody else's house we watch people 

leave the party, and then soon, the afterparty. Neither or 

which we were invited to. 

When i have stage fright i remember my dear friend reminded

me i once asked everyone to laugh at me while i did my heavy

dramatic monologue in drama class. 

To you; which is to say i have avoided all things deep and

serious, always. fake or real.

You make me remember mornings, the part of the life everyone

skips over. Everyone thinks, ‘god I have to get out of bed now

for school/work/dentist’ until they die but god. I don’t want to go

anywhere. An endless winter can encase the world and we'll be bears.

To you; which is to say i would unravel all attributes of my living,

breathing character if it means i can stay here a second more. To you;

if this is what death means, kiss me.

Reviews

[living lavender]

this is such a divine piece....i ate up every line.
to you ~ i applaud these words.
{hats off to the emotional pull you created in this poem.}