Forsaken (by the sun) 8/12/2020
size does you no justice; your very presence takes up space. makes me lose my breath. dizzy, spinning, your arms, secure, catch me. intimidation or attraction–i take notice. eyes unfocused for so long–i thought i needed glasses. but with you, i focus. no need for a lens, i can picture your face, even in my sleep. i trace my lips as i think of you; laid up on my bed, i shake, i seize, and just like that, i sigh, eager to do it all again. i plunge my tongue down your throat, begging for answers, desperate to understand, to know, how you hold such magic over me with only your hands. we dance, we sink, i pause, and forget that not every beginning needs and end. i’m way over my head; it’s that song that hums beneath our feet–the landlord said she took care of it but she’s been playing me–i’m weak baby, please, don’t let that control get to your h ead. your pride. you must feel like a king when i’m begging you to come inside–me and you, we are wasted opportunities brought to the light; flimsy, transparent, damn, how could i have missed the lies? the false words, the compliments that made me so wet–now, now i’m buried underneath the sand, forsaken by the sun.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 