'I' - Poem by Nathan Coppedge
I’ve known lust since I was born
for pangs that carry on the air—
droplet notes and woman-song—
deeply sugars for the just-begun.
A line is read, a truth is sung;
I watch it bloom and then disclose
its fullest warmth, so winter’s on the wind.
I take a breath and hold the heat
to keep me whole while ice packs in my world.
I take the lonely road away, and there
am sure to find, in wamth,
traces of my voice
in its first tantrums here.
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