it was the sting of first love’s kiss that drove me madder as my nights stretched and days waned/ struck by cupid’s bow, instead of dismay, i mourned the yesterdays when you were not a constant sight in my hungry gaze/
the sting of love’s kiss
burns and soothes
simultaneously. i cannot
get him out of my mind;
i fashion this hero
from spools threaded with dreams
and desire. obsession is a
drug that is tinted red like flames
and spoils on the tongue like cream.
he promises me good days
yet only comes to me when it rains.
i shower in his kisses, the attention
leaves me dizzy. i bathe in
his scent, the lackadaisical aroma
whetting my appetite indefinitely.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 