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QUINCE magazine

a literary and visual arts journal
Pistils
I pulled the pistils from honeysuckles
pressed them sap-wise against your lips
before kissing you, spinning out on
asteroids and satellites, lush in the belly
of our spaceship, where we longed for
each other and tasted it, the sweet nest
of being, the hives of bees swarming
the warmth of stars that surrounded us
in a galaxy of lust — the de luxe light
of heaven settling down upon the earth
of us, nestled in to infinity, the breath
of you inside of me, and each of us on
a journey, to the far sides of eternity,
never to return — recalling all I’ve lost,
to this day, I pull them out — I place
the sap end of that pistil in my mouth.

QUINCE magazine
Stephen Jackson [he/him] lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. His poems have most recently appeared or are forthcoming in The American Journal of Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic, Chronotope, Ghost City Review, International Human Rights Art Festival Publishes, The Inflectionist Review, Impossible Archetype, Mineral Lit Mag, and pacificREVIEW. Twitter: @fortyoddcrows
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