after For M by Mikko Harvey
I didn't expect you to leave
red paint on my heart.
Have you ever spoken
without the timbre of your gaze
turning words into molasses?
Well, if not, I think you should try.
Follow my lead:
Emotion tied to twisted words and Pokemon is an odd combination.
I hope you know the melody of my laughter will be found in those words.
Sometimes, the funniest things-- no the most amazing thing--
is the tangle of limbs in front of a building full of books,
right after we came from a self-proclaimed house of words.
But you need to know,
I carry all these moments in a memory full of cracks
holding hostage the bite-sized pieces of time,
all to let the tender ba-dum beat of soles,
stay tattooed to cement
in a night that has already gone past its end.
stay a little longer. Talk with ecstasy about silly things that don't matter
because you still won't let it go.
Remember that we, no, you are here.
Remain unreachable, till we see each other once again,
and the softness of your voice draws a smile in our bodies.
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