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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