Treealabra
Was it attenuating just to be a treealabra, whimsically, there above a horned pale head? Ebony aphid eyes when he says beware these woods, decapitated deer who wilt their budding heads this time of year. He speaks of trample by flowered herd with gilt of lips, a lilt of hummingbird. Your cheek he touches first will sting, a blush of flesh molested, tingling while he's twinkling, lit by candled pine - you'll query its express design. Perfection, maybe counterfeit, illuminates this tête-à-tête decreed innocent as seeds - or were you deceived? Sonnet Poetry: The Blade by Kristin Garth A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Kristin Garth Sonnet from Kristin Garth : Submergence in Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 Bio: Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Rhysling nominated sonneteer and a Best of the Net 2020 finalist. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of a short story collection You Don’t Want This ( Pink Plastic Press) and The Stakes (Really Serious Literature) and many more. She is the founder of Pink Plastic House a tiny journal and co-founder of Performance Anxiety. [Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie) and her website http://kristingarth.com]
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