TINCTURE by LEIGH MARQUES

me,

my softness
starts somewhere in my belly,
unfolding like freshly pressed grass;
it arises from somewhere
you cannot reach
by just the touch
of my skin

she,

keeps tepid water
cupped in her hands
like kindness, adjusting
to the temperature of her skin
the longer she holds it
close

she tells me:
this valerian root
sprouting between us
is not enough
to extract all that
we need–

stop speaking of
my sweetness,
and show me
yours.

and places drops of rose water
on my tongue
instead


Leigh Marques is a non-binary witch, poet, and Gemini moon currently living in Philadelphia. A recent graduate of Virginia Tech, Leigh spends most of their time thinking about angels and talking about love on Twitter: @mo0ndrool.

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