KayTPoems

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Title: you told me not to write about you

Poem Count: 22

the sun a mirage of warm and

burning and an intense lust. it 

makes voyeurs of us all. sand 

sticking to sweat-slicked skin. 

a panting thing. hot as a fantasy

we cannot yet name.

~K.T.

a quiet corner, tucked away 

from chaos. voices drifting in. 

a melody riding the wind. i 

follow it. find each mouth that 

feeds the breeze with staccato 

and a stunning symphony. 

burn our fingers before we 

throw light into a blackened

expanse. the clouds open

their maw. swallow the burn

whole. burp thunder until 

the aftertaste stays long after.

of course i dive. hands spearing

the water’s surface. don’t mind 

getting drenched. holding my 

breath. i follow each letter until 

we have both sank to the bottom. 

until we are kissing against 

concrete too many feet deep.

~K.T.

can’t look at our texts. fear

i’ll hear your voice beyond 

the veil that separates living

from dead from a grief that

will forever bind us together. 

i'm a sweltering summer heat

a little naked. too hot to care.

lazing and baking one shade 

after another beneath a sun 

that can’t help touching me.

i’m sitting on the edge. the 

flowers burn as pretty as 

they lived. flames reflected

in my eyes. the skies watch. 

wonder how i am comfortable

so close to a fiery death.

~K.T.

i stand alone. dust in my eyes. 

voices a cacophony of “can’t”

and “won’t” and “give up.” gnarled 

vines of anxiety creeping up my 

legs. holding my wrists still. can’t 

cover my ears. am forced to 

listen through the weep that 

doesn’t sound like me anymore.

growing from each ovarian seed. 

climbing. crawling. clogging my

throat until i cannot speak. this is

obedience. an obscene truth. the 

wanting and wishing and wisp 

caught before the mouth.

close my eyes. the darkness 

whispers my name. cool against

my skin. alive. a way out of this 

warm sunlight. a bitter demise.

~K.T.

the bounce of my heel. a pain brewing 

and bubbling beneath tense temples. 

i open the door. beckon this ache to 

a freedom i long for. it hesitates at 

the threshold. breaking away. bending 

back into the crevasses of my skin.

been used to making music. 

know all this treble clef and 

time signature. housed in hips. 

closed eyes. a groaned promise.

summer as the nights that carry

our best scars. like poetry. we 

scald our mouths. sticky. sweet. 

a taste of each day that ends in

bandages and a bedtime ritual.

~K.T.

shit sucks, so let’s not do it 

alone. instead, let’s ride each

wave of bad news into the 

next. not quite oblivious. just 

tired of being buried beneath

the water’s shimmering surface.

something beautiful about how

the sky does not hold back its 

anger. only wails until vision is

blurred. fractured. a crack against

blackened sky.

red stabs into me. a wake-up 

call. a slow mourning. don’t 

clutch my chest. only let the 

excess pool outward. paint 

me blood and a boiling want 

that marks my hands.

~K.T.