POETRY

Lover

Luke DeLalio
The Lark
Published in
Jun 2, 2022

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Painting and photo by the author: “The Loveshack in Prague”

Lover
Lick my back
The lonely wind you are
Finding me
On a dreamy threshold
Late after a day of kissing everyone
And slaloming through trees
Sit on my sill
And see my poor old body without judgment
Come meet me where I’m still young:
Where hope is still supple and unlined
Floating o’er my hopeless knees

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Luke DeLalio
The Lark

Artsie and loquacious, Luke hangs out at the intersections of humor and regret, ambition and ambivalence, please more wine and jeez I need to lose weight.