
Every minute of every moment
tattooed inside my bones,
light cursive script no one sees
I feel you read it, moving your lips
as if reading aloud: your lips,
your tongue, your teeth pushing
air around each other
in a beautiful dance, your face
on my shoulder, whispering
into my blood, waking it
into our dream,
your mouth shaping meaning in me,
mine answering yes
always yes.
It costs what it costs.
Remember last time we remembered
being alive together, before we knew?
Feeling our way through winter,
snow piling up outside my window,
a party at your house
I kept you from hosting,
My mother walked in—
your hands and mouth
so full of me I saw my mom's eyes.
This door stays open!
We took the dare,
your hands in my sweater.
fingers strolling under my skirt.
that three-hour kiss,
you breathing for me.
It ended too soon,
while roads were still safe.
Did the snow melt us
or freeze them?
Beauty so fragile
we almost died.
Our blood whispers
together forever.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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