by D’Asia Smith
Ekphrasis in reVerse 2020
Here looky looky Lips pressed against the skin Look, Now look again Butter pecan in the flesh Let me not mention The tension which ends In pain that feels too good The right amount of hate That this begun Intertwine in thoughts Thought of an impeccable relation Draws the tongue inside Gasping for air For all the trouble That’s been brought Now to dictate If there’s enough room for intake Ooops…its too late None the less The best has yet to come Ahhhhh breath taking, wasn’t it? Ain’t no way a wrong can be this right, right? Look it’s in plain sight A pen cap contusion With just the right amount of bruising