A Dalliance with Intoxication
In a noon-lit room
You hear the sweet cry of a bird
Piercing
Through the conversation had on a couch
With a girl you are about to make love to.
“NOW NOW NOW,” the bird cries
And in the way she speaks,
NOW NOW NOW
And she talks about her home in the North where there are forests.
With her lips so finely etched and red
NOW NOW NOW
Each moment a gift received, had, and received again and again.
And when shes naked
Climbing
On top
‘Jesus, you’re beautiful.’
Beautiful like everything, just like then then then…
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Gripped
Thrown
Lost
On an in-toxic-ation
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Coming back
Despair has moved in.
Why are her eyes so hard to meet?
Didn’t you make love to her?
And in that questioning
The hope that when they do meet eyes
It would just be like then, then then.
- I.C
About the Creator
Isaac Chin
Lover of stories.
Child of a dark house.
Cupbearer for the broken.
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