LOVE POEM 3 by HELGA FLOROS

i can’t write a love poem.
awful way to start,
like the machinations of our hearts
beating in tandem.

yours larger
than your baby fist
& infinitely stronger.

i have always learned
through abstaining.

but i’m hungry.
I wanna strip you down to your bones
breakable and pale.

I’m moonsick.
you rise east.
thump, thump, thump—

 


helga lives in a body. their work has appeared in spy kids review, witchcraft magazine. & elsewhere. they tweet @helgafloros.

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