Minerva (United States) published:
I cup the cool fruit,
in my hands.
I’m carrying a
It’s soft peels
Reflect the yellow night fog
That runs around the city in plumes of grey and yellow
Juice trickling down my arm
As I undress
I stuff its soft slices
Into my mouth
Abandoning the delicacy of my motions
As I sit under the starless sky;
That this is precious, all the same.
5 days ago