a poem i posted a few days ago, revised. the second stanza is a little better now, i think, and i changed rhythym of the last stanza a bit:
while you slept,
i kissed you in the morning light,
on the lips, like you've always
wanted—but i always said no;
it’s too Intimate. too close.
i placed my mouth against
yours, trembled there,
trying to memorize
the gentleness
of your breathing and
the slope
of your nose.
II.
the air was half grey,
cold and sweet, like peace,
the handle of the door
was unforgivingly cold,
and i tried my best to stop the screen
from squeaking.
i think you heard anyway.
i think you already knew
and thought,
maybe,
that it had been inevitable.
III.
and in the lull of waking up
you swallowed the sudden hurt,
closed your unfocused eyes,
wished
you were still asleep,
and said goodbye
before touching your lips
with the gentle pads
of your fingers,
sensing a trace of honesty, there,
lingering with my smell.