Bette Belu

that night when you kissed me i left a poem in your mouth
you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out
and it’s not the best thing i’ve ever written
i’m still working on my rhythm
my tongue gets tied sometimes
my throat gets dry
my hands start trembling honestly
the only thing i’ve mastered is how to write a really good ending
but i’m getting pretty tired of finish lines
so this morning i bought a needle and thread
and started stitching you a sunrise