Hush / Platonic Love Poem | poetry by Amanda Roth


Other poets spill 			                   the dark juice of 
their lover's 				                   thighs in every 
verse, fill pages with the 		           dance of limbs. Yet, no name for the 
taste of a seed 				           erupting 
in warm hands, the 			           smell of blooming 
light. Let’s keep secret the		           promise we make with our 


Platonic Love Poem

I want you, 
and the cracked open cage 
of your heart. If you took
my hand, I would follow you
into the sea, into the sunrise
that reveals our land one inch at a time: 
faithful, but not constant. 
For once, I wish the night would succumb
to our laughter, for the stars to drink 
in our light. This is the bell
that rings through the canyons of my belly
and has nothing to do with butterflies. 
I only want to press my ear to your neck,
better to feel your every word. 
Why didn’t English save 
a word for this love?

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Amanda Roth (she/her) is a writer whose work explores motherhood, embodiment, and the climate crisis. She is the author of the full-length poetry collection, A Mother’s Hunger (2021) and has poetry featured or forthcoming in Rappahannock Review, Marathon Literary Review, MAYDAY, Moist Journal, Hearth & Coffin, Blood Moon Poetry Press, and elsewhere. Twitter @amandarothpoet and online