...fresh sweet corn,
like earth and stars...
What if your kisses
taste like berries
And your scent fills
my nostrils like steam
From water distilling
to syrup
Sweet like maple and
clinging to my skin
What if you came for
me
With a taste like
sweet corn
Like earth and stars
Like life and living
Like a thousand
creation stories
Wet on my lips
What if this is our
shame
Knowing that we are
the universe
Unable to reconcile
it with the rules we've been given
What if we've been
taught to fear our sacredness
Jess McPherson
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