“Strawberry Wine”
Finalist, “Road Not Taken” ContestDesire is something I keep behind my teeth, left to roil in my stomach alone. Secret and safe, sweet strawberry wine. I worry it’ll bitter. Sour, for being bound. Desire for another, a soft (feminine) hand in my own, a body beside me at the bedside . . . It is a lonely watch, mine. I, a sole figure, closed-mouthed, weighed down in the moonlight. Lord, to you, I loosen a tongue fat, heavy, and swollen. Bit back. I wonder, worry — is the bitter better than the sweet? Oh Lord I would have you take […]
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