sleeping on the chest of July
Beds burn, longing-
Though I, have no desire
I walk streets-
endless curve of thigh
Thinking of you-
In this city
that does not know,
I exist
I see your face -
it's replaced
a thunderbird
flaps her wings
There's a volcano in my chest
that mimics
the intensity of your own
-
I would call you storm-
My muse on days
my hands roamed freely
the hemline of your expense
I'd take them back again
raise them to my lips-
kiss what memory of you
lingered there
In this city
that does not know,
I exist
The night calls me-
I lay alone, wedded to restlessness-
I will burn another
day of remembrance
in love's holocaust
Then watch from afar
the sun chasing the moon
to kiss her stars
until my love, I'm with you
poem by Amberlee Carter
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