August 31, 2021 § Leave a comment
I have been drinking in your darkness, August, though you promised me to be the brightest month, to shine big and bright like a summer moon.
You were full of warm darkness, like jasmine tea ebbing out of me.
I have loved you fully, and given you over one thousand kisses in your green hair.
You have danced with me under thirty degrees, and broken my masgan multiple times.
I do not trust you, though I have loved you faithfully, as a Good Woman ought.
Be good to me.