College Student, Language Enthusiast, and Lover of the World.
your legs are not tangled but gracefully entwined
after a satisfying wrestling match,
reminding you of old memories
and giving her new ones to cherish.
heavy-lidded eyes squint under fluorescent yellow lights:
naked, cold, bare.
shoulders are hunched over out of habit;
hiding is a second nature to some.
At this hour
I want my words to
come as easily
as an arrow fits to a bow.
I want my wit
to be as wild
as the night is dark.
with a shaking hand I pulled
at the strands of hair splayed
across the ratty pillowcase
and I wonder
do they ever wash these?
her lips were the first I’d ever kissed
or the only ones I could remember
her lips were a deep, velvet wine
falling across my tongue like the strawberries