
Illustration by JC Leyendecker
There was a glimpse
I’m sure there was a whisper
But after all this time, it’s somehow strange
To confess that I remember
Yet I do
All those ignitions in your eyes
The yellow beneath the grey
The sound your body spread
The echo of your silence
I do remember
Butterfly wings and taste of grape
Those were the promises your lips made
No kiss was ever carved like yours
Just swords, words not yet faded away
Still