Wednesday, February 17, 2016

...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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