Destini Vaile


         voice licks the green shoot
Where violin burrows his furred stems
         and fox bites her furled tail
As you let down sips of bergamot

I can’t capture you there
Except to say    the span of your locked arm
Except to say    you let the spider live on your desk plant
Because he might not warp your skin

And you sing to him with a voice like apples
Even as I gulp bitter petals on the couch

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