Dianne Borsenik Poems

could berry juice
coax your hard mouth
to fall in love
...

evening's window

setting sun bleeds
candy-apple copper
...

smear the white juice
of crushed sunlight
over my breasts
the delirious milk of
...

climb an ancient mountain
coaxed by a dream of blue

rainbow sky emerging
...

make incense from the flowers
dance naked in the light
weave a blanket
fringed with stars
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Remember when candy
was a god thing?
How you listened to its voice,
desired to know its magic,
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in the crucible
of their relationship
he beat her
soft, porcelain body
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The surgeon swears,
and makes every moment
poison
for those who squirm
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