oh darling, i know what you're going through.
College in Tennessee.
Home in North Carolina.
Here is my voice on your tongue,
the night it resembled the cry of the moon
when she reclaimed her light.
These are the grooves of your lips on my neck,
mixing sapphires and rubies —
smudged into violet prints.
We were humans and calendars;
marking reminders on each other —
The days we entwined our bodies,
naked and compressed.
But we stirred the months in our rage,
misplacing the notes we thought we stained
on each other’s walls.
You were born in the winter but
summer faded the impressions on our skin and now
I am waking up to a different February.