“Latch” by Hadara Bar-Nadav

Issue 77

Found in Willow Springs 77

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I sense the metal
of you and gush

under your clamp.

A crushing dream,
blistering pulse.

Salty pressure
beating the blood

between lipped

The god-hold.
Holy seal.

A lunatic's zeal,

Carnivorous, you wrest
my will, pry

my glandular

I break my own
neck to see

your fatted face
erased by hunger,

by the lavender

gravity of the moon.

Both of us vanishing
in parts.

I am siphoned
by the ounce,

claimed: udder,
meat, meal.

Airlessly you lock
and pull.

Your mouth
all steel.

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