Apartment 2646

Poem By Joyelle Osburn

It was the way
my leg felt against
the cold rail of the
sofa bed that
made stars tickle
the tip of my tongue

And it was the way
a dare can stop a heart
that made my skin
tingle as you closed
your eyes not knowing

And its the way
you felt me with
such tenderness
and strength
that made me
crave you so

It was the way
your bitten mouth
danced with the
music to a song
I know by heart and
wandered the valleys
leaving evidence
of ever being there

It was the way
you knew me
that made me want you so.

Comments about Apartment 2646

Good movie, nice poem
this conjures impressive imagery. nicely done. Jake

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I am not here.
my eyes reflect the sky
and bleed tears of constellations
as I sweep through this planet


There is something unexhausted of you
in this aging washed-out coat
and I lift it to my nose
to taste the smell that desires


my skin dissolves
on your lips

my breath sets


Most of the time, it comes
with admonition.
Moments clash like waves
of cutting tide.


Just as the valley glistens
with her humble nakedness
and forms into
a soft blanket