Sour

Sink into the flesh of your feelings
consume them until you know them in full
and never forget their flavor.

It will sneak up on you slowly, the way he loves you
and you will think that this
is it
but his love leaves paper-cuts
invisible lines, tallies against you
and you won't notice until the juice burns
from the lemon he squeezes on your wounds

and it's a bitter breeze that pulls down your temple of cards
dedicated to his potential
a litany that pours
from your shaky exhalations
as he bends down to kiss your cheek
with a sour fist.

This is the pith of love
it will watch you build till you bleed
then flatten your hopes
when they get too high.