Impressionistic
For I have known them all already, known them all -
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Whatever you dropped in the dark
can be recovered in the morning.
We will find the turquoise ring
that clutched the mud and grass
as I ripped your costly jeans,
down to your soft calves.
The night rain, beading upon your skinny spine.
If you were drunk, I didn’t know.
You didn’t say anything stupid.
Your tongue was blossoming,
pronouncing your kiss, cleanly.
I was glad your breath was hot enough
to melt the night resin off of me.
I read my hands down your simple gospel
and I no longer need 34th Street miracles.
Are you sure you want this mess?
I am a submarine
full of gasoline
and you’re waterproof matches.
I am suspended in the cinema of that moment
next to the house
collapsing in the dirt
where I needed you.
Fathoms under fathoms,
that’s how heavy I laid upon you.
What are you to me?
You are more than on my side,
you are the weapon on my side.
Safety off.
Rest under the shadow of my gut.
Unsentimental kissing.
A gushing reveille for strangers becoming victorious.
Walk through the valley of the 5 o’clock shadow.
Pyrokinetic honeysuckle, let’s boycott the hocus pocus
and get straight to the secret… .
Are you the one snarling in the family photo?
Are you the one crackling voltage in the yearbook?
Then you are the pearl I steal.
Your eyes, a kaleidoscope of collide and escape.
Navigate to me by the map of fallen stars.
Love rises back to you
like an escalator fragrance.
Rudy Francisco - A Letter To Chris Brown
Old topic, but really well written and performed!
1
My earliest memories of my mother
are sunburned. Pink cheeks.
Braids. Dirt under fingernails.
2
Before me, she was already self-conscious
about her stomach. Then I was made and I was too stubborn
to turn upside down inside her and they had to
cut her open and pull me out.
3
I learned how to put on lipstick
by watching her get ready for work
in the morning.
I learned how to criticize myself
by watching her cluck at the mirror,
swatting her hair down like a bad dog.
4
I am sorry for the white worm
I left across your middle.
5
She believes my sisters and I chose her
to be our mother. Handpicked her
from a basket of others.
This one. This one will teach us the most.
6
Learn to cherish this vessel,
the tired music of the body.
Let the skin be witness.
To grow. To grow.
7
I am standing in front of a mirror.
I am insulting myself out of habit
and suddenly my mother stops me,
“don’t say that, Sierra. If you think you are ugly,
you are creating that ugliness inside you.”
8
I am thankful for the bed in your belly.
I was a weary traveler.
9
My mother has a birthmark
the size of a grapefruit on her hip.
It is red and exploding.
I can only imagine
when she undressed for my father
the first time, it was like
watching the sun come up.
- Sierra DeMulder
(via fuckyeahslampoems)
These Things Are How You Make Me Feel.
Anis MojganiI believe i’ve posted this multiple times. But it is possibly one of my favorites.
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