literature

Confession

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Published: Jan 10, 2014

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_{i have made pockmarks in your palms
where i am anchored.

finding my history scrawled across the crest of your collarbone
i want to forget that your lips used to be someone else’s
find battles that you’ve forgotten beneath your skin:
kiss the color of your dreams onto my lips until I can taste sunsets.

forget how many casualties you made when silver pierced skin,
On your hip i can feel where landmines have been planted,
how many times bombs have broken your chest,
your ribs tell me that they sound like violin strings, if not more fragile,
give me a bow, I just want to hear what your melody sounds like,
to make you shiver, give me three days with you, let me memorize
the signature of your body heat against my bed, wrap yourself in linen
lay yourself across the mattress, the sunrise will give you a halo.

i used to curse my insomnia, but then i realized that you
would come to me in my dreams anyway,
carrying promises strung around your neck like pearls,
when i told you that i was a writer, you pressed a pen into my hands
closed your eyes, laid on your back and said, “capture me”

i wondered what you would look like on paper:
would i actually be able to capture every single smile,
the way your lips curve every time you smirk,
i learned then that i didn’t need paper to retell your stories, to encapsulate you,
to immortalize you; those white sheets would never be handed out anyway,
so i wrote on your skin, made landscapes with my words across your back
and read paragraphs to you every time you felt like getting lost with me,

i don’t mind dreaming anymore.}