Adult The Divine Letter of “K”

 

The Divine Letter of “K”

 

 

 

In my dreams it’s so beautiful but that doesn’t mean

 

I don’t toss and turn at night clutching

 

The air I can’t breathe and thrashing at the pillow

 

That won’t comfort the twisted soul and now

 

I drink to soothe the shakes I endure

 

Because broken hearts are to soak in alcohol to cleanse itself.

 

You make it hard to forget that I loved so

 

Innocently that I’m still looking for who I

 

Loved back when I was younger because we are

 

One of those clichés we never aimed to be

 

And I have the hindsight to remember what it’s like

 

To be behind you, and underneath you as poised as

 

An 18-year-old can be whose nervous because it’s his first time

 

With you and we’re trespassing in my aunt’s apartment

 

In her guest room when we told your parents we’d be at the movies.

 

When we were in my father’s truck drunk

 

on each other and stacked together like puzzle pieces that only fit together when you flip

 

The other upside down, and tasting the garden of Eden and search for a God

 

Who would let me wallow like this in a world

 

Of memory and sin, But

 

Maybe it’s what I deserve

 

To love something too full with desire

 

Overflowing and indiscriminant towards

 

Any well-kept lion’s mane and

 

The divine letter of “K”

 

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