Michele Leggott
Milk & Honey
“tourbillon 1”

I am arrested by a line and a reduplication of sound across meaning

almost the lobe of l’aube

a sliver of morning light comes to mind and the “lobe” becomes breast-like

almost the lobe of l’aube
or the painted nipples sucked hard
and squirting rosewater
full of pectin full of petals, the parallel
world is a mouth mapping

It reminds one of an aubade, a morning love song filled with a serene eros…

And so for day 2103

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