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

APRIL
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

CONJOINED
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
cold
ignore it
come lie
close to me
under hot blankets
sear our flesh
together
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.