syrup | Teen Ink


April 5, 2016
By hannahelyse SILVER, New Orleans, Louisiana
hannahelyse SILVER, New Orleans, Louisiana
5 articles 4 photos 1 comment

the bottom of my tongue
tastes like your cold cucumber lips and
plum shell cheeks and
your pinstriped thighs linger
in the gaps of my fingerprints and
the sound of your lace colored flesh
covered in flesh colored lace
clogs my ear

each hair on my body
yearns to weave itself into yours and
each cell craves to inhale
your vanilla milkshake musk and
i searched every nook of the galaxy
and cranny of the cosmos for you
but you never

so i just sat at a table
with glitter swimming in my soup and
snow smoldering in my pockets
tearing red velvet petals apart and
flicking bladed sequins
at nothing

i keep my screams in sippy cups and
glue pistachios to my thumbs but
after you waxed my cuticles with citrus
i couldn’t ignore the

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on Apr. 25 2016 at 2:54 pm
hannahelyse SILVER, New Orleans, Louisiana
5 articles 4 photos 1 comment
Thank you so much for the feedback! You make a very good point. The reason I named the poem "syrup" is because it is supposed to be sweet and smooth, like syrup. I will admit that I struggled with coming up with a title for it, and I liked the sound of "syrup" and felt like it just sort of fit. However, if you have any suggestions for a better title, I'd love to hear them!

on Apr. 22 2016 at 6:22 pm
I don't really understand this is the poem related to syrup? I'm not sure that the imagery describes syrup. However, I loved reading through it and it gave me chills!