sprawled on moon-soaked
unbuttoning your frown
I tear you open midriff prickling
against a vernal chill sweet
hiss of longing bubbling
toward treetops just tall enough
to shade the promised blue
so bitter are your words bitter
as the grapefruit you peel
and slice my tongue’s tip
sketching each taut membrane
testing the tart pink flesh
we ingest worlds and worlds
until sated we spit
pale seeds a constellation
against regret-stained ground
© 2021 by Hannah Six
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