• Tyla McDuff

Marco (Polo)

Our love didn't come

just like a storm would

in those harsh summers

instead I found it hidden

in the crevices above your collarbones

where my lips tend to fall

as I lay asleep on your shoulder

I found love

in your cracked and calloused hands

so eager to run through my hair

or even clasp my own

I found love

set like a birthmark between your shoulders

the weight of it bringing this ache

that you just couldn't give up

I found love

mapped out on your tongue

it tells stories to my neck, my thighs

I beg for it to tell me more

I found love

when I least expected it

in a boy who is those harsh summer days

in a boy

who is

a hurricane


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