I find lemons under my pillow
dense like the sound of that voice
YneikaYneika, tell me to make lemonade
Observing abstract dreamscapes
I feel steady breath beneath me
YneikaYneika, I bite into the lemon
They are sour, they are bitter,
It is such a comforting taste
YneikaYneika, with one who stays
Crunch through pith and peel
Sugar would be a misstep, too far
YneikaYneika, it's the way I starve
All is quiet but the curve of lips
Reverberating a growl, asking,
YneikaYneika, what is it?
It's the shape of tongue through
Chocolate and cream and lemon
YneikaYneika, it's nothing to say
Nothing to say that is already known
Restraint is the definition of love for me
YneikaYneika, I was his Paprika
Juice dripping down my chin
Sour and nostalgic for its burn
YneikaYneika, to breathe is to yearn
YOU ARE READING
Lucid Percussions
PoetryI am learning to speak out loud again Cogito Ergo Sum is a heavy burden
