for starting a conversation,
I
feel it
coursing through,
the rush of sugar
maneuvering my senses.

Come,
paint me a new horizon

it’s so practical to move on
and pretend
there was no argument.

A tattered journal and wearied smile,
it takes two seconds
to
figure out
that you have stayed
up all night.

My mind
is disrupted by the graze of your tongue,
the way the rain
leaves a lingering impression
on the damp dirt.

It takes two seconds
to figure
out truth was really a lie,
when you turn your face
towards
the shuddering sky.

 

Photo credits: Unsplash

Posted for “Poems in April” @ Real Toads

& on the “poetry pantry” @ Poets United