purple flowers, tense fruit, lust (excerpt)
for only him, my stolen girlhood
a painted replica in a swollen field,
we share the tense fruit, lick
the memory of sunlight
from polished skin.
i suspect he is triple-tongued with want:
see his stern-blue lips, the way they pucker
for the unblemished apple, the way they quiver
for a taste of cherry wine.
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