Heaven Fay

Rookie - 94 Points (April 22 / El Paso, Texas)

Heaven Fay
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I want to give the light voice. I want the voice to stick like apple skin and sweeten in fire like pie; to roll from vineyards as the shell-sound of their chest to your ear.

I am a young poet still growing into her skin. more »

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Of Swans And Seraphim

how like pollen were the hands of that beautiful Hunter.
her mouth matrilineal of midsummer,
she took foal through the spine and ate messily that ambrosia.

and oh, when she came to me,
her thighs were warm.
fresh from the lake she was.
smelling always of thunderstorm and mint.
I shed my sundress in the presence of her smirk
which said to me:
those deer skins, blood stains on the insides.
left to grow buttercup.

so when she found me there
and sat me in her lap,
picking shrub from my shoulderblade,
I begged, “spear me clean, ...

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