Winter is crawling into your mouth and
turning your cheeks so red,
you almost look embarrassed to be loving me.
Your hands have become a quiet whisper,
and they never have anything to say to me
when other people are watching.
What is it like to love someone
without fear of making
too much noise?
I don’t know.
I tried to ask you about it,
but you told me that I was crazy.
That I was insane
saying things like that where people
I want to write you a love letter
but this is all I can give you
until you learn how to deserve more.
You have to know that I don’t want you like this.
I don’t want you wiping the lipstick
off my mouth before it can stain you.
I don’t want you with all soft skin
and careful bones.
I want this to leave marks.
I want sharp teeth.
I want something brave,
I want to be the name sitting on top your tongue
instead of the one
you bury in the back of your
I am so tired of being left
like a beggar asking for change,
and I am so tired of you always having empty pockets.