One poem #18

ONE PHONE CALL AND ONE LATE NIGHT BINGE DOESN’T SOLVE THE FUMING.

IT SWELLS THE SKIN AND BREATHES THE NIGHT IN.

one celebratory hug and one missed phone call doesn’t medicate.

it sedates me into a toss and turn.

ONE UNDERSTANDING AND ONE BIRTHDAY DOESN’T HAMMER THE NAIL, IT DOESN’T BUILD A HOUSE.

IT PURIFIES LIKE BATHS DO, TEMPORARILY.

one concerned look, and one rude assumption doesn’t implicate love, it masticates it.

it shivers in the passion of neglect, and hopes you won’t abandon it.

One peaceful bloated afternoon, a lemonade

a hot kitchen,

                salted rim kiss shudder,

 statue cold delivery

of love.

I shake you till your ice breaks,

I melt you with my heat.

You laugh and celebrate

your smile,

while mine is bittersweet.

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