Day: Jan 23, 2023

You slipped the words in my pocket as the door was closing,

And I knew that the weight might pulverize my knees.

You tripped me up, then painted indigo thoughts rosy,

And a chuckle spread across the city like a disease.

I took the words and dripped velvet thoughts around them,

Knowing all too well that tomorrow they might be gone.

Even if it is true, even if I bleed out like a fountain,

I still get to cuddle your confession until the dawn.

-Jackie