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/
infatuation
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champagne
you once said i tasted like champagne, like happiness bubbling to your lips/ like rain gathered at the corner of my smile/ you drank until you were full, you drank until you were sick/ i was too rich of taste, too full of body, to finish in one day/ you should have took your time, followed your heart, listened to common sense/ but you were mesmerized by that love song, that played like a fool, you were drawn closer, like will-o-wisps, oh, baby, you were a goddamn fool…
you once said i tasted like
happiness, a bubbling champagne
that drove you crazy with lust. you
could not have enough. you sucked
on my tongue, you ate at my lips,
my mouth was yours too explore;
a conquistador, i was ensnared by your passion.
hungry to be full, hungry to consume me,
you used to pull my head back
and drink, drink until i was empty,
no longer of use, i was discarded
like a glass bottle, shattering
tragically. champagne dripped from
mouth, champagne once tasted
like you and me, lust expires
on my tongue, a never-lasting
brand that monopolizes my time.
cauterize
this poem amazes me every time…
It was remiss, how the taste
Of you on my lips, drew me in,
Drowned me in unending bliss.
It should be unfair, how sweet
You came to me; soft kisses
That disappeared on my skin like mist,
You licked my wounds like tears,
Flowers petals appeared, where
Pain whet like stabbing fears. you pushed,
I trembled, you got me hooked;
Roll up and light up the kush,
Heal me, stay away from the unending fight.
Overlook me as I cauterize my wounds
With fire and ice, Overlook me as your eyes
Miss where wounds dried, hardened
Before they scabbed, fell, and repented.
Shame on you; crush me like snow,
For me, you flew, for me, you drowned
In a garden, where weeds no longer grow.
you
my favorite poem–every time i reread it, i can picture myself at my desk, wrapped up in emotions, yet speechless from the truth bubbling to my lips…
you read my poetry without every truly reading it.
you saw me without ever needing
to turn a page. lines and lines
of my soul etched in ink, you
took one look down and saw more
of me then i ever thought.how do you do that?
know me so well when my mouth is closed?
you persisted with questions
that were stones to my heart,
yet i answered back. i told you more,
even when i was afraid. you kissed
me without touching me; your eyes
made the moves your lips were too
nervous to think. you make me think
of sunshines without clouds,
you make
my chest hurt, even when its warm.
my head
is full of stars. my days are tedious,
my nights are precious.
i rush to bed to dream of you.
i rush to bed because it doesn’t
seem so impossible to tell you
how…
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cherries
Going through my old poems…I remember how sweet this infatuation was
i like the way
you look at me,
when i smile.
the sun basks
on my face
yet it cannot
compare to
your gaze.
i can feel
your eyes lingering,
tasting, learning me
when i shyly
turn away. the
blush hurts–
burns me as desire
stains my skin
like cherries.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 