Infamous Flowers
Wait for U x Future
trophied in a soul tie,
Jamaican in the blood—
Jason
a crutch. Jason,
a curse—
the world has ended
three times over…
the dust clears
figured in your
love. eyes melting
in a poem too beautiful to sketch—
the ink just drips
outside your silhouette.
a chiseled face
meets round lips, head
casing
a brain
manic enough to work for me—magic
enough to pull me whole
all while juggling lives, dressing
finely in flowers—
I’m convinced
roses open up
to smell you, wondering
why my soul calls your name.
& when I calculate the price paid
for a broken woman—
I’m too cheap
Adam’s ain’t enough
but a man’s will
can balance pens & needles. Jason,
I love you
both black & blue. Jason
you make me want to pull
impossible from my womb. Jason
you’re the only mystery
I’d dwell in—
Tam xx