Sage & Citrus.

Her hair; honey covered curls with a burst of orange whenever the sunlight would catch stubborn strands cascading her face.

Her jade eyes held secrets she refused to speak aloud.

…Sage & Citrus…

I was simultaneously terrified & possessed by her.

She spoke of poetry while we sipped coffee – black as midnight.

We talked for hours that melted into days on end while our cups left circles on the old birch wood table nestled under the window.

Sunrise after sunset ; rose gold streaks lighting up the sky while she spoke of dreams now exhausted & deceased – tears pooling in the shallow corners of her eyes still mourning a life she left behind.

Remembering.

I remember how I used to love the way my body would burst into flames                                     when you walked into the room – a ferocious fever possessing me.

             I remember your careless whispers and the way your eyes begged for my forgiveness    while my lips imprisoned stifled screams.

I remember that I used to love the way your arms felt like home                                                 when inside I felt storms brewing.

I remember how your eyes kept secrets, buried deep down where I couldn’t see.                                   I remember how your lips, soaked in lies, told me everything I wanted to hear.

I remember you used to say we were impossible,

         & maybe you were right.

© Gina Jenkins