First Drafts: raw edges written into (mostly) unedited poems about love. #lavillitadyke
ayer te fui a visitar
con preguntas en el corazon
i walked along your shore
trying to remember sea foam’s birth story
so you wake up the morning after
feet where your head should be
blanket half wrapped around your naked torso
fresh overnight chonies
This is not for you to keep.
Place it on your tongue.
Let the sweetness drip down your throat.
You will try to make it stay.
Your tongue will swell
and your buds will water.
But, you know, that will only make it disappear.