i’m almost certain that my spirit is calling you
i can feel your hands on me
like my body drew a map specifically for them
why do you invade my dreams?
was it really you who met me there?
was your spirit phoning me back?
I was up all night NOT thinking about you.
It took all my body’s strength to forget your name.
I tossed and I turned and I rose with bruises blacker than the desire in my eyes
I was up all night tangled in the sheets
after feeling the weight of your arm dangled over me
a false security
a feeling I would run for.
with heavy and sticky breath all the while
from the taste of the milk and honey on your lips
About the Creator
Jojo H
radical black youth. fighter of injustice. future doctor. hopeless romantic.
Whiskey At Dusk
Guess the whiskey was more important to you in the end, wasn’t it? It was more than the well-being of your friends; more vital than showing up to the places you promised you would and could come to; more critical of a matter than fulfilling your damn responsibilities and getting the press off your back.
By Snarky Lisa5 days ago in Humans
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