You’re always fluttering around.
I watch you, scared you might fall.
I want to lead you to the right song, to the right flowerbed.
Instead I spin in the air. My form lost among the pines.
The light I had to lead us home, long since gone.
Should we follow the glow of the moon?
Sing to the wind? Give it a few days to answer.
Perhaps I should leave my heart in a wicker basket.
Cover myself in morning dew.
Abandon the very thought of you.
-Tosha Michelle
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
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He says I’m storm water
and chocolate cake.
The hot static of hair being
brushed.
I say take me in your arms
and speak your proverbs
upon me.
I watch him undress, his hands
soild verbs. I turn away to keep
my sanity.
By the time he touches my shoulders
delirium and lightening have set in.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 