Reply to Ada Limón’s ‘Lover’

We return, over and again

We return, over and again
to tickle the words we banished
What’s funny is, we laugh at
the blue sharp scars they leave.
This leap, this dead weight hanging
in a pendulum sort of way.
Clink, clink, clink, for each blink,
Our eyes metallic from malice,
Lashes forced into a lisp of badly
written apologies and mascara.
We are, and are not,
the same water, the same words,
the same lovers.
Come back lover, come back for
the spic and grime.

LARDO