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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