the sublimation of my rock-hard woes
you held my hand when we had the shared coffee
both ice cold in my palms,
I drink the crack of your voice
until our clothes were off
the thorns on your chin left trails on my stomach
so long I could feel your touch I felt safe, you felt safe here
in the farmland we planted the marrow of sunlight to eat
with that infatuation was sprouting
when you were done from kneeling on your knees
we’d watch the sun and our sorrow washed ashore
then you held my hand when we talk about politics
instead I ducked from such topics to swim inside
your iris and found a trace of the divine
we talked about grief, your grief
I gulped down from the potioned well
soon you’d forget about this like a regular friday
like slowly fading mosquito bites
you’d forget about how cold the first shared coffee
between our kiss
and the overgrown paranoia from my breast
when it brushed against your chest
once I washed the nicotine off my hair
I’d forget we once were here
our memories were barely the size of an atom
