Intimate Preface


Gardener who prunes

The roses of summer,

Who stokes a small empire of petals

Bursting under a slippery red sun,

Buried tongue,

And a flame.


Your mouth is a planet,

An intimate preface

That lulls the sea

Into an acrid quiet.

You’re a murmur.

You’re a flick.


You are a campground tiger

Tempered by a hummingbird,

And I am the banshee

Whose immaculate howling

Splices the groves

Of the gushing fruits

Of interminable twilight.


The traces of my name stamp eternities

Across your tongue,

Syllables branding mineral rays, flesh burning

With a yet unsung fire.

Always remain wild for me.

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