Things Left Unsaid

By Kelly Grace Thomas


Tell them unapologetically and out loud

all vowels and deep breaths.

Tell them when fear sits in your throat like an undiagnosable lump

of lust for everything in the sepia video reel 

where someone is named,

under red sun sky, as an exhale .

Tell them they touch ever corner of your thoughts

before coffee cravings and blue broken midnight prayers.

Tell them eyes have become a compass

magnets of direction, that pull like the corners of  a secret

canvased against your heart.

They are deserted beaches and birthday candle blow out smell

before the rain.

Tell them that they have known

and so have you -

before long pauses were torture,

before your lips ached for purpose.