St.Patrick Poem by Anna Luiica

In a glance of heat swollen eyes, along the bones of your shoulder
You found the image of his mouth on someone he loved
Moving in sync to the loud rhythms of young bodies aching around you.
You smiled quiet, in recognition.
How easy it all could of been.
But you had an undeniable urge to run water in the earliest hours of the morning
Refusing to name it regret
But rather explaining that lack of a feeling as an unwritten book in the middle of your chest
Never to be found in the bookstores and libraries of your life.