Pods

Posted on by Ana Francisca Silva

water, breaches

you, the kisser

stung

and still buzzed

a myth

unfolded as i was bitten

you,

the kisser

molten it

stung my crush

& you, concealed in girls’ songs screaming a soft song of longing

desire

lips salty,

tendered from apologies

pressed lips to fingers

sweetened and slack from holding

bated breath and an unskilled quiet

inescapable with song.

Published by Ana Francisca Silva

poetry, translation, post-colonial theory, identity, gender & sexuality, strongly expressed commentary & views since 2013. @anafranciscas

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