post-yawn purity

you used to yawn

tears would puddle underneath your eyes

and there wasn’t a single wrinkle of sadness on your face

just a warmth of mock innocence


i remember wanting to squeeze the life out of you

absorb your moment of post-yawn purity

and have that warmth burn my chest


that’s how i have to think about you

it’s what you are now

“post-yawn purity”

©Steven Cuenca




4 thoughts on “post-yawn purity

  1. Innocence really doesn’t last! Its one of the very first things that is stripped away. And then we spend the rest of our lives chasing trying to recapture something that is so like the wind.
    Great poem! I Love it.

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