Has this been the hurt inside of you these cuts on my hands the crush of broken promises. Your static mouth a shrieking fog buzzing in my head, humming- you like grains of sand scratching a desert in my throat. Remember me a grapefruit moon hanging in your rearview mirror love in the back seat melon, sunset, smoke. Love took a back seat. Now the morning rolls down her sheets silicone heat waves sweat across my tongue. I listen for you but all that moves nails along the wall are reflections of an empty afternoon.
morning rolls down her sheets... ohh, nice one that! :)
Thank you, Josh! I'm fond of that line, too. :) Thank you for giving my poems a read and for taking the time to leave a comment--means so much to me.