Like A Raspberry, Like A Sin Poem by Mun Abed

Like a raspberry..
I see your voice
As it melts
Down my miraculous curves
While shaped by your curved lips
See..
I’m not the type
who gets inspired by a first sight
Or a second..
But you scored me
Once and twice..
Maybe a little bit more than a twenty
Maybe a nineteen
Or a twenty four

For I’m not good with numbers
But I can count the times you laughed
And the tones and keys
Played inside your laughter
I know the curls of your hair
Yet I can’t smell them
You’re not far
But you’re out of my reach

You’re a raspberry..
And I live in a country
That does not grow any..

And like a black lipstick on my white skin
You crumble & stumble & drag your eyelashes over my eyes
And I wait..
Should I?
Are you even listening or is it me, my vodka and my bitten lip in a basement of disappointments & colorful cards?