once

I was born, once 

and with my first non-amniotic breath

I synthesized with the skies 

I became the oxygen in my lungs

each gasp unconditionally coalescing

a girl, a graceful gravitation

on that day I became the very air

felt by all, seen by none 

traveling impulsively to ill advised heights 

carrying away my lovers like tattered kites

 

I fell in love, once

and with my first non-innocuous kiss

I surrendered to the sighs

I became the butterflies between my thighs

each suckle unequivocally consuming

a girl, a gorgeous swarm

on that day I became the monarch

seen by all, felt by none

pinned dutifully to a velvet canvas

spreading my wings to be ravished

 

a. duncan, 2018

 

 

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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