I Do It For the Pain
If I could peel those words off the street,
where we left them.
I'd tuck them between your bones,
lay the memory to rest.
I'd tug at the sky,
retrieve the colors that lit up
weary eyes.
I hope it doesn't burn,
but it's where they belong,
you are their home.
I'd keep only the taste
of your perfumed touch,
just in case I begin to
forget,
how much I like to suffer.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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