Poem: Testaments: Tiger’s blood breath (these terabytes of love)

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“They can all/Just kiss off into the air”

“Hard to Find,” The National


Testament †

I bring you warm coffee in bed as ritual

Hoping you weren’t disturbed by my morning noises

I rub my beard over your bare shoulder

Before kissing you and you smile

I slip into memory: Your Tiger’s blood breath

Testament ††

The next thing I do

Will still be you

The only thing I will ever do

Will always be you

Some people just keep falling in love

Testament †††

A harmless swarm of honeybees

Carried on a cool October breeze

Sending my hand like a prayer to your knees

Underneath our warm pink sheets

Some people dream about their lover beside them

Testament ††††

We will never burn it down

We will never leave it all behind

We will never comb through our lost and found

We will never be careless and unkind

Our sacraments in these terabytes of love

Testament ††††

Are you proud of my new music crush?

Although it is another Brooklyn band

And I annoy you singing along

“Baby, let me wash your feet forever”

These land sharks of just you and me

Holding hands like this is the first time

Testament ††††

Who am I

To testify

Who am I

To crucify

Who am I

To sanctify

Who am I

To die

—P.L. Thomas