jessica wickens



But leave me Ecstasy


Enclose my heart
my face an apron.
Think me larger than I am
a little longer, who knows
what we keep.


Your gentle answer
given rare
cuts at every step. 


Your hand loaded
offered the cup and
the Moon rides you like a Girl,
might have tired you,
split Staggering
flying through the flakes
too fast an interruption.











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