{"id":66595,"date":"2020-06-27T14:44:06","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:44:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66595"},"modified":"2020-06-27T14:44:06","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:44:06","slug":"i-love-her-1-2-marathon-hour-six","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/i-love-her-1-2-marathon-hour-six\/","title":{"rendered":"I love her. (1\/2 Marathon, Hour Six)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>I love her.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Her skin is brown.<br \/>\nIt does not taste like chocolate<br \/>\nBut like what a mix of sunlight and moonbeams would be if sprinkled with streetlights from our walk home.<br \/>\nMore like umami. Too savory to be sweet. But there is salt and honey there if I suck long enough.<br \/>\n(Sour in the right way. Intoxicating bitters.)<\/p>\n<p>Her body is my favorite thing. She is soft.<br \/>\nHer hair. Her skin. She feels like fingers on my neck before the nails scratch my scalp that is always itching.<\/p>\n<p>Her love is the only thing that love could be. Necessary.<br \/>\nLife in a look, in a graze. She loves me as if I am the only thing that is necessary. She loves my me because it is necessary.<\/p>\n<p>Her heat is like steam. Or lava. Or sunshine. Or tea steeping in anticipation of my lips.<br \/>\nTongue burned every time, leaving a memory of that taste for the rest of the day. Maybe even tomorrow.<br \/>\nMaybe making it worse if I taste again later. Worth the numb and tingle.<\/p>\n<p>She is the dream I forget when I wake.<br \/>\nAn impression I cannot clasp on to because she is not there when I open my eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love her. Her skin is brown. It does not taste like chocolate But like what a mix of sunlight and moonbeams would be if sprinkled with streetlights from our walk home. More like umami. Too savory to be sweet. But there is salt and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1168,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66595","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66595","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1168"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66595"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66595\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66618,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66595\/revisions\/66618"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66595"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66595"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66595"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}