NaPoWriMo: Day 1

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the smoke curls around
your head like a halo

or a crown

i am up so high, sitting here with you
waiting

on the edge of a precipice
toes over the gap

if i fall
will i fly

will it hurt

your feet rest on the coffee table
limbs soft and languid

your eyes wander

dark eyes
deep eyes

under heavy lashes
so heavy, bruising tender flesh

i prayed for you to see me

how long will you make me wait
breathing this tainted air

every exhalation a memory of skin on skin

your honeyed words – i sucked them down

as i feared, they sprouted
in my belly

i wait for you to pluck
overripe emotions

fruit

from a branch
heavy with expectation

and after all is said and done

i will wait