So What?
Stephanie Valente
It doesn’t matter I lick your
salt lips even though I’m
parched.
Like a kaleidoscope your
mouth is all edges
A gem I temporarily possess.
String it on gold
I saw you steal it from the sun.
Fasten it around my wrist.
Did you anger the gods?
Did anyone hear?
The shape of your laugh.
I’ll kiss you again. Despite fire-thirst.
It doesn’t matter that I love you.
On the other hand, who cares?