'April' & 'Conjoined': Two Poems by Robert Beveridge


Saucy, cruel, the hues,

the breasts of April mark

themselves on my focus

even months later

in this hundred degree heat

I fall to my knees and pray

for the clouds to roll in

the rain to drench us



Throw your head back

arch your lips

I touch

with reverence

and tears

the woven white

silk of your shift

kiss the mirror

I kiss you

the world tilts


ignore it

come lie

close to me

under hot blankets

sear our flesh


under red light's

glow for all time

melt the lace

that covers you

come to me

feel the warmth

stream through your body

as we join

fused by lips

and hands that trace

thunder together

sleep with me

and dream

we are not scarred


Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Collective Unrest, Cough Syrup, and Blood & Bourbon, among others.

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