you & i

we are not made of wildflowers,
writhing & silver under a ghost
moon. sweet, please know
i am not the starlight & molasses
that glues together the broken china
in your chest.

you & i are not dripping with salt
water & sugar—
i am not the tea-green sea, nor you
the eye of the hurricane, nor we
the wind that teases the forest fire
until it devours the earth

& we do not have throats scraped bloody
from coughed-up knives
& we do not have the pale, pulsating lungs
of the banshee

& we are not fourteen-year-old
lovers in a cave that reeks of poison
& suicide blood.

our stomachs are ember-warm.
there is fresh bread on our tongues.

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Olivia
    Oct 25, 2015 @ 12:37:29

    I love this! It’s beautiful.


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