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Call Me Clematis


what could I give you
            but the quick moan that lifts out
and back into my body
            a quiver and hardly a noise at all
what more could I give you
            than each blooming tremble

you unfold me,
            your tender touch
smooths my collarbone
            and grips my hips
intent, intense 

you are so present
            so moved
by my muscled quivers
            I feel swallowed

or maybe
            I swallow you
maybe we’re consumed
            consummate 

and still laying
            smile to smile
all our heat
            gathered between us 

a single drop
            of spiced sweat
at your temple
            and I alight 

what more could bloom,
            your sweetness and caress
sink deep into me
            flush my skin purple 
with the heat of it 

            and I bloom,
petals yawning wide
            your rain my breath
your heart my trellis 

            I am no single flower
I am the vine sprawled long
            and reaching
as far into soil
            as high into sun sweet sky

and you are no raindrop
            you are the river
birthing clouds
            stirring storms
to conjure rainbows 
​
and all for this moment
for this shared breath

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Sarah Hennessey is a queer poet of color living and working on a horse farm in Pennsylvania. They are polishing a poetry collection meant as literary representation of the polyamorous, omnisexual, genderfluid experience, particularly as it intersects with being half Nez Perce and half Irish.
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