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Hunger, as Salvation by Ariel K. Moniz
Hunger, as Salvation Ariel K. Moniz This moment, sun speckled and innocent—I speak of prophecies, i plant seedsof affection in your perfect, peachy ears,and it means that I am thinking of tomorrow.
I await their blooming like all great pleasures,though i do not know in what season they may come or what balm of tenderness they may carry to meas you lay your head upon the pillow beside mine.
I hope for lavender to calm me and bring the bees,those little archangels of better days and July nights,or rosemary, to remind me what it is to desire you,like a meal hours off but simmering, a promisethat spills out the late afternoon windows.
This moment here, sun drenched and pricelesssoothes like sitting down to the dinner tablefilled with the sun-bronzed faces of dear ones,or the first bite of that long labored meal.
I want the lingering afternoon hours of waiting.I want to feel the hunger rumble in my stomach thick and as alive as August storms, if it is for you.I want to pine for the taste, that savory reliefand I want it every day of this wandering life.
I want to know you, long summer daygelato-fingered savior, who I long for.I want to know you, and I want to knowin my sunshine bones that the cravingis just as blissful as the full belly.
I await their blooming like all great pleasures,though i do not know in what season they may come or what balm of tenderness they may carry to meas you lay your head upon the pillow beside mine.
I hope for lavender to calm me and bring the bees,those little archangels of better days and July nights,or rosemary, to remind me what it is to desire you,like a meal hours off but simmering, a promisethat spills out the late afternoon windows.
This moment here, sun drenched and pricelesssoothes like sitting down to the dinner tablefilled with the sun-bronzed faces of dear ones,or the first bite of that long labored meal.
I want the lingering afternoon hours of waiting.I want to feel the hunger rumble in my stomach thick and as alive as August storms, if it is for you.I want to pine for the taste, that savory reliefand I want it every day of this wandering life.
I want to know you, long summer daygelato-fingered savior, who I long for.I want to know you, and I want to knowin my sunshine bones that the cravingis just as blissful as the full belly.
More from Ariel K. Moniz ↓
- @kiss.of.the.seventh.star on Instagram
- Her chapbook, Nostos Algos, is published with Ethel, a Micro Press.
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By Maggie DeversHunger, as Salvation Ariel K. Moniz This moment, sun speckled and innocent—I speak of prophecies, i plant seedsof affection in your perfect, peachy ears,and it means that I am thinking of tomorrow.
I await their blooming like all great pleasures,though i do not know in what season they may come or what balm of tenderness they may carry to meas you lay your head upon the pillow beside mine.
I hope for lavender to calm me and bring the bees,those little archangels of better days and July nights,or rosemary, to remind me what it is to desire you,like a meal hours off but simmering, a promisethat spills out the late afternoon windows.
This moment here, sun drenched and pricelesssoothes like sitting down to the dinner tablefilled with the sun-bronzed faces of dear ones,or the first bite of that long labored meal.
I want the lingering afternoon hours of waiting.I want to feel the hunger rumble in my stomach thick and as alive as August storms, if it is for you.I want to pine for the taste, that savory reliefand I want it every day of this wandering life.
I want to know you, long summer daygelato-fingered savior, who I long for.I want to know you, and I want to knowin my sunshine bones that the cravingis just as blissful as the full belly.
I await their blooming like all great pleasures,though i do not know in what season they may come or what balm of tenderness they may carry to meas you lay your head upon the pillow beside mine.
I hope for lavender to calm me and bring the bees,those little archangels of better days and July nights,or rosemary, to remind me what it is to desire you,like a meal hours off but simmering, a promisethat spills out the late afternoon windows.
This moment here, sun drenched and pricelesssoothes like sitting down to the dinner tablefilled with the sun-bronzed faces of dear ones,or the first bite of that long labored meal.
I want the lingering afternoon hours of waiting.I want to feel the hunger rumble in my stomach thick and as alive as August storms, if it is for you.I want to pine for the taste, that savory reliefand I want it every day of this wandering life.
I want to know you, long summer daygelato-fingered savior, who I long for.I want to know you, and I want to knowin my sunshine bones that the cravingis just as blissful as the full belly.
More from Ariel K. Moniz ↓
- @kiss.of.the.seventh.star on Instagram
- Her chapbook, Nostos Algos, is published with Ethel, a Micro Press.
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️