what is this magic
of your laugh and mine
making love between us
what is this gravity
of your eyes and mine
pressed like palm to still water
what is this your remedy
that loses me from myself
that bends my knees
and breaks my fall
I know how Beethoven
wrote a symphony while deaf
there is a music
so full of heat
you feel it through the floor
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Katarina Tyler
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blackberry honey
your thick honey meets my blackberry-craving tongue / dripping and lovely I’m melting in your palm / suddenly I remember singing in a churchyard / and for a brief moment I worry my sainthood has been abandoned all this time / but when your hand finds home around the back of my neck / liberated tree roots and vibrant green moss growing over the base of my skull / my memories there still with your love and Jesus too / your breath and my breath must be a new song / there is holiness in our hips where two or more are gathered / Raphael came in the middle of the night he told us we haven’t much time / so we hold each other and weep the way only angels can as blackberry honey fills our lungs
By Katarina Tyler5 months ago in Poets
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