Story: I can not make you love me
I skipped my morning cigarette
to taste the black coffee moist on
your wet tongue
and I have chosen your cold eyes
over all my poetry books hidden
beneath the dying plants
I have connected the freckles
spilled across your bare chest
with the touch of my fingers
I have sewn music out of
your laughter and named them
after roses and tulips
I have carresed your
thoughts that reek of
boiled flesh drenched in
raw rain after storms
but I cannot make you love me
as you once loved her
e.e.
to taste the black coffee moist on
your wet tongue
and I have chosen your cold eyes
over all my poetry books hidden
beneath the dying plants
I have connected the freckles
spilled across your bare chest
with the touch of my fingers
I have sewn music out of
your laughter and named them
after roses and tulips
I have carresed your
thoughts that reek of
boiled flesh drenched in
raw rain after storms
but I cannot make you love me
as you once loved her
e.e.
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