abandon
ovenbird What sweet dream is this?
To kiss the contours
of your mouth
while hidden away
in a secret room
made from the assembled shavings
of a childhood memory.

I am offered an elixir
that will cure
everything
that ails me,
made of raspberries
and fermented honey.
It entices my tongue
with a golden fizz.

These are the ingredients
for a beautiful madness:
summer fruit,
pollen,
and a hand
that traces the eager line
from my temple
to the soft surge
of blood
at my throat. 		250921
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