Kate Gardner

United States

Kate | 17 | bi | romantically fascinated with Minoan bull leapers | I've only ever hated airports and fascists |


July 23, 2020

Heir apparent to my errant yearnings, bucking like a yearling
In the spit-foam drift, 
Sweet with contrast’s emphasis, the skin beneath the brine
Upon that brow, yoking to a throat-deep growl
A contra-basso yawning of a cliff’s cave mouth, inviting me to dive
(Capelin spatter the stones with spawn, sex-suicide.)
It’s you who daily wears the rock apart, forever seeking even 
As you yield,
The smoothness that once puckered yet adapts to leaden pressures, yet arises
Like that Pisces in the west
Your vortex best

This poem does not contain a reference to human harm. Capelin are a kind of small fish that die after spawning.


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  • spurtsofdarkness

    if anyone's reading this comment, looks like the author isn't active anymore. make this famous lesgoo

    3 months ago
  • spurtsofdarkness

    what why do you have <50 followers? this is gold!

    3 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Yeah I'm pretty sure you're just a master poet in disguise

    4 months ago