Our Love, Created in The Image of The Hetero MaleWhen I sought to construct love with you,Our Love, Created in The Image of The Hetero Male2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I brought my lips like bricks.
I brought my kiss to build
an impenetrable ocean on which we could float,
hanging safely above the depths,
we got to talking.
I was so consumed
with the way your mouth moved
your words went unheard.
Your favorite color
was the first answer
I didn’t learn.
And so begins our love story wordless.
Each night I spent inventing—
anything other than the weight—
your body is a language
I cannot translate.
It lies naked on the page of your sheets,
that sweet dark ink,
may your frame haunt me forever
for failing to learn you;
failing to learn to find a way in,
your frame held the image of true love
like man and wife,
like blonde-haired Disney princess
obscuring the view of whatever truly lived in you,
I spent your devotion on my illusion.
When two people kiss, there should be nothing