Hunger, as Salvation by Ariel K. Moniz

One Poem Only · Jun 23, 2025 · 2m

Hunger, as Salvation

Ariel K. Moniz

This moment, sun speckled and innocent—

I speak of prophecies, i plant seeds

of 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 me

as 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…