Rigorous
Volume Two, Issue 3



Just asking...

Darryl Wawa


I want you
to penetrate me like the air
sneaking
through slits in a banana leaf
it's ok if it hurts a little
like how noon light
can feel like a blade
or a blanket
like a wave that splashes
on your face
and forces you to taste
the salt
before you laugh
like an interrupted silence
I want you to say that you love me
though in not in those words
say it with your smell
me and you sitting next to each other
watching TV and realizing all of a sudden
that     we     are
bodies
I can't help that
I am not self
sufficient
Do it
like a tablespoon of honey
s l o w l y            dropping
in a cup of coffee or hot chocolate
how it spl o t c h e s
and makes a mess
If I keep thinking of  you
when you're gone
it worked
like a morning cigarette
or joint
that fills the lungs
s l o w        exhales
as I begin to wake
vapors of you inside me
leaving me      coughing    and      thirsty
my throat dry
like a book
I don't want to finish
like chocolate
m e l t i n g   in   my   mouth
that split second after it
hits  my  throat
before the taste goes away


Darryl Wawa: "I am a a Port-au-Prince born Haitian-American who studied Photography and Creative writing. I enjoy chocolate and good books. That said, maybe a movie is a good book. I love to work with images and words and their pairing."




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