…kdrama

…this category was different-

i saw it once and it rewrote my thoughts-

as my heart paced simply waiting five episodes for two hands to touch-

as it revealed to me the grace of patience-

the purity of intimacy-

and made me question if id yet even encountered love-

so i cried-

and celibacy and i remained one-

as i too await eyes to see me for the first time-

to greet the soul and not the flesh-

to receive words from a smile, and to understand-

but does the ghetto hold such?

can such a mind step across broken glass and tossed debris, as i?

bring chopsticks to collard greens-

and pour soju over gas station ice?

blushing to merely call me beautiful, as lust sits eight miles away in the next mans car-

but not here,

not with me,

not here-

because kdrama wrote it to not be-

so the exchange of the first embrace therapeutically rests months away-

and the lips of one shall not find the lips of the other, even then-

oh what an overlooked art this is-

what a treasured script we’ve found-

i bow to the minds that write it-

over and over again-

gratitude upon gratitude-

may i become your next lead-

may life and God allow it-

as i am-

here in this hood-

debris and all-

find me.

kb

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