senses
Category: Poems

guitar chords that smell like your skin

strum in my ears

while i run for my life.

beads of sweat and streams of tears roll down my cheeks

it tastes like you,

sweet and green

Bittersweetly boyish.

Strong arms embracing around my waist,

no

Hands in my hair,

no-

Hot breath on my neck

NO

and as my legs give out

i collapse onto the damp blacktop

under the streetlight in the alley that i convinced you to stay alive in.

the gravel stirred up on the road digs into my kneecaps

but that doesn’t matter

you fill my senses

you make me whole

and no matter how fast i run from you it seems you always run faster