N. : Born without wisdom teeth
“There’s room for cities in there,
for ferris wheels, boxing rings, Sunday school classes
she has so much empty space
between her tongue and voice.”
I thought this meant
to match my other gaps,
the negative space in my embraces
the hairline divide in splitting cells
the white, hollow sound
as I look across the crowded bar
of couples
but when you pulled me in
in the mezzanine
pressed your kiss into me
I think you learned what longing tastes like
the fear of being hoped for
a soft blue need you didn’t expect
I watched your form leave mine
your slow, heavy steps
make you one shape with the night.
CarnivalDark 