moments
for T
Your words fall on my flesh & osmose into every emptiness;
echoes of goosebumps lay on my skin like stars on heaven's fur
& we are like dreamers, nibbling holiness off each other's ears.
Our whispers sync with the rough pouring rain; bodies breath-
ing desires into each other like deserts lust after rain. You pluck
innocence from my lips, burrow deep, & in their place, fashion
a warmth of yourself. You stretch into my heart like a love song.
I, a helpless fool, bewitched of your lyrics, drink your lies until
my belly runs over. You, a heister, take my sleep & rib into your
bosom. Rib my rib in your ribs. Yet, I, a helpless fool, shadow
around you wherever the sun sets & eludes us.
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 bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Olalekan Daniel Kehinde (he/him), NGP XII, is an Afro-being, essayist and poet. He is an award-winning writer whose poems have appeared in African Writers Magazine, Inkspired, Woven Poetry, The Shallow Tales Review, Upwrite Magazine, Poetry Column NND, Agbowó, and elsewhere. He currently studies English and Literature Education as an undergraduate in the University of Benin, Benin City, Nigeria. He is on Instagram and Twitter as @dapenmustgrow.
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