stone heart

Micah Land i ate the other half of the nectarine i gave you after lunch you ate half left it toothmark streaked juice dripping down your fingers nectarine just overripe, perfect like a second comedown tonguing the pit for the last bit of flesh i don’t want to kiss you most of the time, anyways but it’s not like that really matters this is just making out with more steps. i hold your sticky hand my teeth trace the trails yours left i tear flesh from pit forget the difference between taste of lip and nectarine collect my thoughts. suck the juice from my hands. try to forget your taste in my mouth.