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Portrait of my Lover in the Morning











By Ariadne Alexis Macquarie

Copyright ©2024


There you are.

Every hungry little inch 

of you. I’m up,

bare back braced brittle against 

the headboard, 

consumed by you like a flame

to the wick 

of a candle. I bloom from you

into morning [mourning].

Trace your imaginary contours.

the spuriousness

of it all. I breathe it in & falter.

God, there he is. 

Some boy I fight hard not to think of

anymore. Painted

lover, draw me back into you.

don’t let him

get to me. Hold me. Bloom to embers

just there, 

atop of me. Light my skin on fire

& burn him

away. Pressed hot & raptured 

against the sheets.

Shield me, honey. Let me deny

the vulture

of reality. Let me burn forever

against you.

Melt me down to nothing, down to

everything.



About Ariadne Alexis Macquarie:

Ariadne Alexis Macquarie (she/they) is an MFA student at the University of Kentucky. She’s the editor-in-chief of On Gaia Literary Magazine and the Poetry editor of New Limestone Review. Her work can be found in Black Fox Literary Magazine, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, YNST Magazine, BRAWL, and elsewhere. She is on Instagram @flameazaleas and on Twitter @ariadne_lex.

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