you tell everybody how you like to
you shush everybody that asks you who
my feet push from the ground, my secret in a spiral down my face
such a hot liquid coming from such a cold disaster
and you really think otherwise,.
and you say how
you'll take me for a fly
you say how
you know how to fly
and every time,.
you tell everybody how you like to
but you tell me how you love to
shush me when I ask you who
but, your feet push from the ground
secret spiraling around,.
in your breath that hits my face
as a kiss lands in its place
and oh how I wonder
who taught you to fly?
YOU ARE READING
inexpedient utterances
Poetrythe words that won't leave my mouth, entirely because there is no space or time for them.
