poem: exquisite lust
Audrey Horne |
I want youfireflies lights your eyes, downcast in disgrace
we learnt a clever trick, we talk without
words
drink each other until our bellies are full.
By the green language of the woods,
we are the accused.
Do they not know this summer
was my salvation?
Speech that nourishes
yet I beg,
flower-faced touch
warm and wet.
Take this rotting, wretched thing and turn
the knife twice.
Thinking of you keeps the memory thick and bright.
I’m your lilac winter girl.
You aren’t mine.
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