There will be days

When the sun smells like melted chocolate

And my eyelashes can laugh with blinks of innocence

At the speckled enamor of your white belly.

There will be nights

When a fresh sigh can feel like the cool kiss

Of a white bedsheet in the summer.

There will be dreams

Of fumbling foals frolicking in the meadows of anticipation for the future.

There will be moments

Where I can c...

The density of this doll

Drum

Sensitivity of it all

Some

Times leaves me

Feeling like a beat

-en toy

Asking for love

As a favor...

The lights are vibrating in my teeth. She’s talking but I can only hear the buzzing blanket of screams buried underground. She’s smiling so I smile as my eyes widen to watch her lips manipulate flesh into the sounds of a song I thought I knew. There’s a Japanese cat figurine in the other room. I can see it through the hallway where the lights are off but the living light from this room still cast...

Hair falls like black harp strings cascading over olive coffee-cream skin; your almond eyes flutter and I’m flustered at how your heat can give me chills....

There’s laughter outside the window

Like jovial birds twittering at painted wings.

Singing beautiful brushstrokes of sound waves

Fluttering hearts of springtime blooms;

Their beats the base to their ballads,

Booming with joy for new chances.

They laugh and sing to the late-bloomer,

Be patient.

You too will grow with wings

And fly.

Sing to the flightless bird.

Tell her that God didn’t clip ...