Lust By Yusef K, If only he could touch her, Her name like an old wish In the stopped weather of salt On a snail. He longs to be Words, juicy as passionfruit On her tongue. He’d do anything, Would dance three days & nights To make the most terrible gods Rise out of ashes of the yew, To step from the naked Fray, to be as tender As meat imagined off The bluegill’s pearlish Bones. He longs to be An orange, to feel fingernails Run a seam through him. ~~~~~~~ xoxoxox, Austin
