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By Devon Riddick

We lay together 

Breathing, holding,

Warmth in the skin. 

Breezed through the comforters,

Making love as it fiddles through 

the printing machine.

Can’t copy that? Can you?

I’d never replace the ink 

in our journal of inequity.

We eat with the shakes.

Head holding dead weight.

I love you more than love itself,

More than reaching 

for the seasoning on the top shelf.

I can’t take all of you for granted;

Each day is a reminder of 

The living dream you bestowed upon me.

Kisses are the tax of return,

We so desperately scramble to pay.

I didn’t quit when you gave me the job;

An otherworldly job I’ll apply again once more.

Walking through four seasons:  

Winds, rains, hail, heat.

They discover the magazine you’re trapped in,

Scrapping pages to save you out.

Everybody reads? Don’t they?

Just me? Alright then…

But that’s too cliche to end a love letter.

She’ll enjoy it;

However, the words shoot off the page. 

About the Author

Devon Riddick, Elizabeth City State University

Devon Riddick is 22-year old senior attending Elizabeth City State University. He is a poet, writer, podcaster, and content creator. He enjoys anime, reading poets, and collecting vinyls. He also is a MF DOOM enthusiast and enjoy artists such as MIKE, Earl Sweatshirt, A Tribe Called Quest, and Westside Gunn.