(for the slam tomorrow night? maybe, we'll see.)
these words
are like water
gushing from my mouth
always wanting to leap out
off my lower lip
onto yours
spilling over the dam of mouths
into the river of a kiss:
"darlin, i love you! i love you so"
but i think you--
i'm sure you--
know.
i cannot say it
i willnot say it
i said it once and i will not again
not until
your foundations
are shaken
and you must--me--
you miss
me so that
you say it
first.
i like poems like this.
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slam? where?
bowery poetry club! theres one every tuesday. i'm working there this summer, so definitely stop by sometime
ReplyDeletethat's killer! i'll totally come by. and if they ever need a band for anything, GHOST MALL, my new band, we even have a spoken word intro haha.
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