alfie lee writing
Honeysuckle
this.
Dose of vinegar
and piss.
You've
spread into my range,
nectar
sweet
and wild. Your summer
dally
lips,
loose for hummingbird
kisses.
Your
obsequious bow
cow more
than
days are shot and would
you woo,
with
berries poison-laced,
robins
red-
breast roving on and
starlings
far
too brave. Time to kill.
Busy
will
so still winter pangs
and squalls
sal-
vo. The fire wins.
Barely
in.
That i lay upon
your nape
with
throes. My mind says no,
stranger
go,
you do no good, what
in these
would?
i ache, reaching for
your fruit.
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