Hunter

December 3, 2019

When you were mine though not
mine at all permanently, just a body borrowed
without permission, a body interrupted,
interruptive —
       the sky opened like a secret in a mouth
mouth with a word in it
word with an arrowhead in its flank: Love, small
creature it was
             crying in the night beneath me

Phillip B Williams

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