Hunger, as Salvation by Ariel K. Moniz
Hunger, as Salvation Ariel K. Moniz This moment, sun speckled and innocent—I speak of prophecies, i plant seedsof affection in your perfect, peachy ears,and it means that I am thinking of tomorrow.I await their blooming like all great pleasures,though i do not know in what season they may come or what balm of tenderness they may carry to meas you lay your head upon the pillow beside mine.I hope for lavender to calm me and bring the bees,those little archangels of better days and July nights,or rosemary, to remind me what it is to desire you,like a meal hours off but simmering, a promisethat…
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