you came and I was crazy for you - Brianna Morris

you came and I was crazy for you

BRIANNA MORRIS

& still, the desire for more than this simple escaping into word or sound or image.

I no longer want to wander— would rather run until I collapse into the palm of your hand.

I was born from summer’s shining rib, & since then I’ve had no patience for dullness. let me die with the slow-motion firework of youth still shining in my irises.

don’t think twice, just make a promise. wring it out of the air & let me keep it in my pocket for stability, for when the rain falls again.

I have taken so many chances & so many seasons have rotted inside me. a futile autumn, preoccupied, static spring with its mosquito-bite silence, a long day of winter chilling me to the bone.

& still I sit under trees & wait for fruit to fall into my lap. I tear it open to compare all other sweetness to you.

poetry