miyako73
10-16-2018, 10:33 PM
Before Brokeback Mountain,
we had been breaking our backbones
in the hill of trash;
you dug for iron scraps,
while I collected
every shape of plastic;
you held onto my ribcage,
and I leaned on wood eaten by termites.
We shared chicken leftovers
still whole inside latched styrofoam boxes;
you slurped off
the ketchup on my jaw;
I finished clean
the thigh you dangled;
we did not mind the noise
of rats that witnessed our grimed secret.
When we found unsold fruits,
you pulled them apart as swift as licking;
I picked the seeds
so you would not choke;
you quickly caught
the drips for my tongue;
my lips on yours tasted sweeter
when papayas were soft in our scoops.
But that was before the film
when the length between us was a breath
of faint diphthongs;
I left the dump to forget all
odors that provoked,
the black smog waking us
and the white clouds that lulled
our aches we massaged under the stars.
we had been breaking our backbones
in the hill of trash;
you dug for iron scraps,
while I collected
every shape of plastic;
you held onto my ribcage,
and I leaned on wood eaten by termites.
We shared chicken leftovers
still whole inside latched styrofoam boxes;
you slurped off
the ketchup on my jaw;
I finished clean
the thigh you dangled;
we did not mind the noise
of rats that witnessed our grimed secret.
When we found unsold fruits,
you pulled them apart as swift as licking;
I picked the seeds
so you would not choke;
you quickly caught
the drips for my tongue;
my lips on yours tasted sweeter
when papayas were soft in our scoops.
But that was before the film
when the length between us was a breath
of faint diphthongs;
I left the dump to forget all
odors that provoked,
the black smog waking us
and the white clouds that lulled
our aches we massaged under the stars.