I Don’t Know How to be Human

The first sunny day after a long winter is a vision,

And I would be remiss if I didn’t muster up some sympathy

For the lilies that bend under dew,

Backs the curved line of the obstinate.

A star blazes a trail with its path,

The wanting leaves me lacking.

A slow unburdening of the pressure

Would be preferable.

My mouth still remembers

The shape of its first swear,

The lingering tension of a kiss,

The rain on the pink tongue,

A promise.