alfie lee writing



at lust after
the monsoon dies
dusting we
swoon drip dry and begin

hapless again we
will never eat
nor mouth
off or speak of our moth-

balled love
for boding our wings tipped
to trip
across china and fine linen

on platelets tectonic
in a bull shop heave
ho humming
a reprieve of silence scent

cumming over
the wondering wait
in act static
to spark on a date

writ large as earth
all vessels and nerves


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