Poems from az_cain
When I was born
They saw me, and called me
“Girl.”
And they were not wrong—
I love pretty pink
And fetching flowers
And darling dresses...
I went back to our memory today.
The bench beneath us was white-washed
With the summer sun
And thousands of transient lovers’
Marks
Carved...
I can taste the words
“I love you”
in the sweat that drips from his nose to my mouth
as he lingers above my body.
I can smell the words...