Poetry & Prose


your leg twitched asleep,

your comfort was astounding.

i thought you were in love with me

prompting piercing swallows

each bluer than the last.

now i want purple

winter lips

oozing grapes

bruised collarbones

plum candles 

squeezed fingers


i wish i could be tender 

with you.

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