we spoke of streaking the sky with fire
building castles on dragon’s back
sucking poison from apple seeds.
it goes like this:
he weaves the air to draw me
city lights, paper skies, our children’s eyes.
his palms are a postcard to my past
& when she reads them
I bet she dances to her own glee
bet she finds the best pairs of heels
to walk out of the apartment
head held high, slipping god between her teeth.
I bet she walks like hymnal to the trees.
we’ve never been here before
never chewed on another’s halo
never treated the sky like a yellowing page
never knew what love was
until we crumbled the land between us
until the girl took a dive into sweet wine
in the end, she was still alive.
in the end, he kisses down my stomach
& I watch
my body blush
summer peach beneath his lips.
- SUMMER PEACH & APPLE SEEDS // Patricia Camille Antony