"A Coupling, A Muse, A Phenological Mismatch"
by lady_macbethany
A hornet’s nest built itself between panels of
Our home. Mom said not to go near it. In coping
It’s unclear, as to the why of it so I built myself
Stories between bites of sour apple. Between blooms
Of birds and births of freckled rhododendron
That nest neatly nestled in my head. I’ve yet to feel you.
You have soft edges constructed of copper
And fragmented rhyme. My spine aches at the taste of you
Cut myself spaces from the hexagonal
Shapes of you. I know you hide turmeric and thyme
You’re always on my mind. I spend nights
Feeding myself lyrics of thin paper and sunrise
Squirming and stretching and shuddering
How can I sleep when I am stuck wondering
If you are wondering of me? My throat
Tightens for the touch of you. Teach the fingers to trace
Circles across sternums I could surrender to the
Scents and the sounds of you. Premature petals of cherry tree
Fall till all have spread themselves between
Fumes of manicured Kentucky Bluegrass. At present, I linger
Between wishes and wants while knowing my
Mother is right. I will take centuries before I allow reason to reach.
Poetry
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