1 Poem by Emma LaQue

expectorant

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soft, warm, delicate

long, strong, sure

a man falls in love

one finger at a time

he sees her in slumber

and feasts on her open hands

 

a friend told me 

that he has built a room

inside himself

and now he is free 

to move things around

as he sees fit

 

i want to build a room

where i can put all the warm words

you will never use to describe my fingers

i want to build a castle

to hide all the words 

i never have the courage to say