I’m gonna keep the word I gave to you
after we tossed our bodies around
on the cold dark concrete
of the balcony, your limbs so swift
I don’t even care if you burn me with your touch
but you don’t, and the two
glowing orange eyes of our cigarette butts
are the only thing watching us devour each other.

I’m gonna keep the word I gave to you
but don’t mistake it for a love poem.
This is the sound I make when I let my voice ring out into you.
These are the words I spell
with the palindromes of our body.
Your thigh, my thigh, my thigh, your thigh,
your fingers catching my fingers catching your fingers,
your hair echoing against my face
the same way my hair falls around your eyes and mouth.

This is not a love poem.
This is sincerity
because when we kiss it’s the best goddamn kiss I’ve ever had
and it makes my blood curdle and all the alcohol in me starts to boil
and that’s why I threw up all over my car when we were driving back to my place,
because I wanted you so fucking bad I had to explode
and then I had your soft skin the same color as my skin
to clean my body, I had your mouth the same shape as my mouth
to swallow me and then
I was just a ticking time bomb in your gut
waiting to blow you up from the inside.

This is not a love poem.
This is the word I’m gonna give back to you,
the word I’ll give to you any time you want it
because, baby, I hope you never shut your eyes
so you and I can stare into each other
like mirrors reflecting infinity.

10/19/2009

Author's Note: Another spoken word poem. Still hoping they add that subcategory.

Posted on 10/19/2009
Copyright © 2010 Stephanie Lane Sutton