A poem by Jazmyn Edmonds

Inspired by the intense connection between Mary and Stack in Sinners, this poem captures the smoldering tension and undeniable pull between two souls, igniting with every touch.

Is it selfish of me to know the taste of you — in soul and in flesh — but to wake and pray for forgiveness?

Am I selfish to feel my heart beat faster, wildly, whenever it senses danger?

To crave your skin, your voice, each night before I wake.

Am I selfish for remembering the smell of your sheets — or that your scent is still my favorite?

For lingering a little longer just to get a bite?

For dancing slower, just to feel your heartbeat against the strings of a haunted guitar and the howl of the night?

Am I selfish for wanting you to myself, in a way no one else knows?

For holding onto the taste of your tongue?