he used to lick the salt from her shoulders
now all he tastes are his own tears
blankets cover heavy, body like corpse
silence screams loud
he won’t sleep
crushed mango reminds him of her smile
fruit makes him cry
he prays/
swallows chilies whole to bring the heat to his throat
wishing his words were the butterflies in her chest
winter wind spits bitter
still
he envies the breeze that grazes her face
whispers words to the sky
wears scars like armour
cracked and hard
skin so thick
he does not notice
when her lips touch his feet
s.s.
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