In the Garden

In communion

with you

summer in our bellies

earthy taste of

tomatoes warm

on our tongues

your savage proclamation

imprints the

hot breath

of July on my

flesh/mines laughter

from my throat

 

your sunsoaked skin

emanates heat

like white radishes

pulled reluctantly

from the earth

and consumed

between rows of

chard and sweet corn

 

and then

your flesh/lips/tongue

the pile of clothes

on the floor

the thunderstorm

unexpectedly welcome

in the steamy

afternoon

uproots you too

and

(greedy me)

I eat you whole.

 

 

 

copyright Megan E. Freeman, published in IMPROV, 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

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