Two Poems by Sage Lee

one night you will see

one night you will look at the pillow that
has the outlines of her face etched on it
and realise that the covers are
not keeping out the cold

you are going to stare at pixelated pictures
of goddesses with their hands on their roses
and maybe, just
maybe, that night you will pretend her lips are on your ear
breathing into your soul
(do you have a soul)

maybe
this night you don’t need a lamp or the streetlight
to see that it is heaven
now
here
and you don’t need to see
to remember how she took you to heaven
then
here

it is only hell in the day, when
there is no ‘her’ or ‘her’ or ‘her’
just ‘her’
the one that took you to heaven
but you only saw in hell


pleasure is pain and love

pain is my kind of
pleasure, you know
i love you like i
hate the dirt under my
nails
like i
hate the salt water
on my pillowcase
like i
hate the straight lines
that set free my wine
like i
hate the cold windows
so dark i can’t
see the wind
make
love with the leaves


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