When you told me you
kissed her,
I felt the heat erupt,
inside me.
I became overwhelmed
with a new feel.
It was jealousy,
taking control of mind.
But it wasn’t until,
the day I wanted to hurt you.
That’s when envy,
really took over.
On the day I needed to prove,
that you were just two minutes
to her.
a poetry reading by:
the dust dances tooi’m intoxicated by the way you drink
up the sun, with your lips, and tongue
and open palms,
the warm air fills up our lungs
and i long so much
to touch all of the places
that light drips from your skin.
Words scrawled across the paper.
Ink stained hands and heavy hearts.
There is more to this than “X” marks the spot.
Dig deeper to discover the hidden meaning.Words painting pictures through the air.
Clouds dancing to the constant beat.
That hums through the air as your words hit me.Words ripping at the seams.
As you try to discover what they mean.
Weave your hands through the fabric.
One day the words will flow out of habit.
