Oh Darling
The History of a Fire Escape
oh darling,
the taste of your lips is like
when you spun me in your desk chair
like when you caught my hair in the crying wind
then tucked it behind my blushing ears,
like the cinder that sticks to your fingers
because i love you like the dying sun
love you like flowers skimming the water
because you are the singing underneath my breath
caught between my ribs
because you are mine
(s.h)
Comments