The &

when I peel you from my armour you slip out like the pit of an olive slick with red still warm in the way dead things aren't & if I buried you now would you grow would you reach for me through Trojan earth wet with breaths we should have shared in a scorched tent humid with want seeping from skin from between rug burned thighs from the lucid dip between your shoulder blades where I'd lay my damp palm press you down onto the sheets & after my fingers will meld into that curve as you tell me about the young soldier whose arm hung limp bone gored from flesh torn at the elbow how he fell to the ground the moment his friend's breastplate stopped rising as though they shared one heart & Iā€™d search for words to allay in the coarse hairs on your chest that catch on my lashes with each blink & I'd promise us a future as the camp shudders to still life around the first bare shadows of dawn


five steps through january

 

i.

a pearl of sweat dips

between shoulder blades

tracing the tight curve of your back

as you hunch over my toes

with Tangerine Tease

your breath sticks to my calves

& in the corner my Gatorade-blue desk fan

holds its breath 

 

ii.

your sun-blushed hand

outstretched around mint choc chip

pastel green drips down your thumb

you say, try some like a dare

so i bend

lick a stripe of heat 

on the soft inside of your wrist

 

iii.

we're bracketed by concrete

steps watching warm rain soak your brown hightops

the right side of my body is static

neon where it brushes your damp arm

when you lean into me the cotton curve

of your chest rises; falls against my side

& i reach out to trace the pink smile 

of an old scar nestled in your shin

iv.

you kiss me in my room

right up against the locked door

the brass knob cold against my hip

your hands flutter from my chin 

to waist to shoulders

never still

& after you say, sorry i'm sorry

before i've even gotten the chance to secret 

the taste of you between my teeth

 

v.

hey so i've got a boyfriend, you text me 

after two days stretched into silence

& i reply, oh cool

because summer has a way

of melting

     everything sweet

Naveena is a writer who should really be drinking more water than she currently does. She can usually be found trying to befriend any cat or dog she comes across, or queuing up for boba.   

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