Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

but the words are my weapons, my wounds.

i'm no shakespeare

February 18, 2019

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they call to their lovers      
like virgins awaiting

their first kiss
stems slick and thin

the crown of petals thick
viridian

naked bodies swim
in that language without lips

in their throats on their wrists
honey spills and drizzles

bees whisper
to birds

like wind whistles shift
a thistle-wove grin

and the anatomies
ever so alien

mix nectar
onto skin

a single second
and moon and sun

threaten our
eclipse.

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