Free Verse Revolution:

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.

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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

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for a taste of cherry wine.

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