‘A Plea’ & ‘I Bought A Nectarine To Watch It Rot’
A Plea
I am broken and bonded,
trapped between membranes of silk
and lace; torched
by the breath of an unlit match.
I ache like the tendons of a piano
yearning to be touched
caressed, pressed
with the pressure
of unconsummated love;
my skin is stained with the blood, milk,
and honey of yesterday's promise
while the loins of tomorrow grin
with the trick of evening skies.
may I deflesh the face of desire?
let me taste the drops of time
to remember this fatal
immortality.
I Bought A Nectarine To Watch It Rot
Swollen,
cradled in my hand,
syrup dripping down my wrist,
catching in the threads of my sweater.
I press my thumbs into the skin
and tear it open;
the pit protrudes
like a bone birthed through its wound.
I lick the juice,
Bitter as a prayer:
sweet rot,
sweet ruin.