The Smooth, the Rough, and the Playfully Sweet

the sweet I long for
that won’t rot my teeth
and the rush of water
that keeps me awake.

immunity to frypan sidewalks,
the gift I know all too well
that I’ll never unwrap,
even if I kneel to pray.

fruits are like boys
if you ask a good friend
about why her palms
press hard on her face.

she’ll tell you about color,
crispness and pride,
stems that eventually curve to the left
and the taste of knowing, he’s changed.

you’ll argue and laugh
because this one’s different,
based on the fact that he’s unpeeled
though truly, all you’ve seen is a sitting flame, contained.

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4 thoughts on “The Smooth, the Rough, and the Playfully Sweet

  1. I like this!

    On Sun, Feb 21, 2016 at 1:18 PM, Crumpled Paper Cranes wrote:

    > crumpledpapercranes posted: “the sweet I long for that won’t rot my teeth > and the rush of water that keeps me awake. immunity to frypan sidewalks, > the gift I know all too well that I’ll never unwrap, even if I kneel to > pray. fruits are like boys if you ask a good friend ” >

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