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Your Lips Are Wild Bees

A Prose Poem

Photo by Vadim Sadovski on Unsplash

Your lips are wild bees, your hair, rain, you’re made of shells, you’re made of sinew, you are still glorious. Your hands float over me, tempting, but not touching. You are sleight of hand, you’re a wizard. You tuck petals into me.

You’re drunk, you’re a master, you know that you know, flesh brushing flesh, swollen knuckles, love taster, stones stacked against the wind. You…

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Jane Smallwood

Jane Smallwood

Passionate about poetry; mine is a work in progress. I’m an editor who reads a lot, but when I read in my free time, I don’t change a word. Love to paddleboard!