We thinned our silence to secrets
and put our thoughts in the corner
to punish for thinking of ourselves.
We poured and pushed our tongues
for any argument to stand over us
then rushed to the end to sit under it.
We've touched the sides of each other
and cried over the view, beyond
a person's imagination, we are new.
We are here, looking for the tip of our
tongues to hold each other's words
with our mouths moving like a kiss.
YOU ARE READING
dirt & human
PoetryThis collection has the dirt for my grave and my soul for God but when it rains there's meaning for my muddy heart. (Some of the poems are older and published already, I moved them to this collection, so if you recognize a poem that's why.)
