| The Spendthrift Moon at this halfway mark I crave Your perfect ease of light and dark Clean shaven spine and curving belly Stark against the murmuring night Slit you moon, and flesh and rind Unwind, peeling wafer thin Within my bones, I crumble, eat This quiet, drink this keening fruit Once un drunk again you swill Your silvery navel full Of my unraveling alcohol Spend the slow circle coined Between my legs, the blood I lend you every month Sophia Ali This poem is appearing in the Poetry Journal Premiere Generation Ink. Volume 1 Number 2 |
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