The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit Poem by Lora Cooley

I am the worst of me
Murmur
Whisper seductively
These visions
Delusion and prophesy
I haven't
I've wanted to
I fear you have
Bright lights
Young night
Crowded and interesting
No love
Just touch
A roaring undercurrent
Warm skin
It's a moment
It's self- discovery
All the secrets I keep
Why are they Secrets?
It's only temporary
A flash before a longing for more than what the body wants
Body wants now more than anything
The thought of consequence
Was I just scared?
I never wanted to get left behind
No pauses
A swaying
A stumble
A swagger
Movements towards feeling
Hesitate to block out everything
Fan flames
Taste fruit
Taste bitter fruit
Trying to learn all the wires in the body
Trying to feel it out
Trap the healing in whatever bed they end up in
I want to feel it out
If it was worth it to worry
I want to know those nights the instinct takes a hold of me
I've never gotten over you
Time can be such a funny thing
Always moving to the future
The past
Amplifying the pain in frames and glass
Adolescent love trying to grasp onto a purpose
When the feeling hits
And that moment sparks
Don't be ashamed
But find it
A body that makes sense