2/11/2022 draft, published January 13, 2025
so often
we speak as if
this is a weapon
but for now
in my hand
you are soft
and pliant wet
as a bit peach
is wet
I suppose
you could pierce me
with it
or I could
devour you
with lips
to veil my teeth
but instead you
neither reverent
nor entirely
patient
you firmly you I
hold this vital
you my yes
now glass-stunned
sparrow my own
red hibiscus
blossom
glazed with water