The first love's always the hardest

It stings

Like summer bees

Pollinating our heart meadows

Mine reminded me of the smell of concrete when it first rains



Tingling your senses just enough to let you know that the seasons have changed

The days were different

I read books I never thought I’d read because she liked the way I pronounced my words

I regurgitated gods




Du Bois

I devoured men for her

Opened my mouth to swallow them whole

and spewed their seeds upon her soul

Word for word

Every summer afternoon

And it eased me too

I tackled the brothers grim in one afternoon

Let my heart melt into her hands


And easy to be crushed

Just singin’ and sangin’

Fables to a tune that only we new