it feels like i am going blind some days,
as if the hands in my way are in a hot haze.
and it's not even summer yet but i am soaked
with jewels, i'm surprised i haven't yet choked.
i want you to forget about me and my black hair
but most days i just wanted you there.
like i said i'm losing sight of what i want most
because i was so sure i wanted to boast
about the hands i could hold when the sun rested,
but you were too good and i ended up bested.
the jewels on my throat are not jewels at all
they're just a heavy rope tied so i can fall.
is it summer yet? has the sun woken up?
pour me another, can you fill up my cup?
i am blind, i cannot see what is right in front of me.
but it's you i can tell by the way that you breathe.
r.k.
YOU ARE READING
Meathead Monologue
诗歌I wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
