rolled in smoke and sun
kept under the tongue
roll my body up like cigarette paper, tobacco slid against your nose
drink me up like steeping tea, bergamot inhaled slowly with eyes closed
then sing all that I am to sleep underneath the hollow of your collarbone
name nothing more than a burning secret you keep safe under your tongue
paint me how watercolors looked when they ate the setting sun
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (13)
Name nothing more than a burning secret you keep safely under your tongue, Absolutely beautiful! Nicely Done!!
Gorgeous poem! Congratulations! 🏆
Congrats on placing!! 😊
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
So glad this got recognised! Beautifully written 👏
Congrats on placing in the challenge, RC! It amazes me how much feeling and imagery you managed in so few words. Wonderful!
Really enjoyed this one, R.C! Congratulations!
Congratulations on the runner up win!!!🥰🥰🥰
So sorry I've missed this! Beautifully done and BIG congrats on being a runner up R.C. YAYS!!!
Oh, but this is so beautiful. The images and words you used remind me of the loveliness found in so much Asian poetry and literature. Stunningly elegant.
One of my favorite entries, and the last line is pure art!
Ooofff every line is a sensory explosion 🔥
So gorgeous