Join 56 other followers
- Follow Melanie Laura Speaks on WordPress.com
Category Archives: Poetry
you will hold your corpse above him where his hair used to be Continue reading
What black lies in white with brown smudges?
what hands lie in wait for mixing colors?
I want to paint blue in front of you
hold services for your adolescence Continue reading
I’m rounded and warm on the table
a solid bowl for you
in the wake of your flesh leak, I think mostly of your eyes
the outline of the space between your give and my bite
or the shadow that follows the shape of you, when you’re facing me
now I am out and over, with a spoon
ready to be slapped or served to you Continue reading
Now it’s nearly Valentine’s Day
and I am painted red with your hands
and your splitting chest
soon you will be sliced open and closed back up Continue reading
I could not taste you close, when you first fed you were brown and beige colored memory then nearly four years later, we met again between Fort Greene stares my rolled up hair and my fingers numb I was cold … Continue reading
It just occurred to me that I never posted this! Just in time for my birthday in December, my poem and the audio version of my poem, Firehouse, was published in As/Us! I’m honored to be featured alongside several amazing … Continue reading
What is white that fits in Black and white halves and Black smash? I bet his hands would hold the stretch I bet my body would shake, if pressed I was full of sex and honesty full of him and … Continue reading
I was sure your taste on my gums had evaporated but I found you awake in my hands sliding down my wrists like a messy egg yolk stopping first between my palms then between my thighs so I tried to … Continue reading
My poems, “Song of Myself” and “Opening on Your Closing” are in the latest edition of Typoetic on pages 53, and 64-65. *one of the stanzas printed twice in the second poem.