majesty
Nicole Yvonne Lovett


Your flashlight blinked and out went the dark 
Our spark was suspended in our throats
Speech was not familiar here
But my legs still found home, draped over your torso
The complete passion you had for the light
Was so bizarre

The reason why I keep seeing you at night
Is because speech never feels like home
But I could always think of shaking hands after conversation
And close hearts that laugh together
These thoughts search for their fulfillment
In a brief, bizarre home

When I kept seeing familiar faces at night,
I willed them away
I wished for my trauma to somehow sleep somewhere else
Maybe widening the scars on my arms,
Or deepening the brown in my birthmarks

But I will you to invade my corners
Even if the spark is suspended in our throats
And my scars represented the magnitude
Of this majesty


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