a journal of fantastical poetry


by Alice Fanchiang

We drink deep the night, dusty with stars and sand
sun-fevered beneath your bare feet and twilit skin and
I have you in my coiled embrace as we twist in a tangled tango,
your breath beating staccato against my cool cheek
your quiet mouth tasting tart and sweet.

We sway in sinuous strokes across this untamed land,
slither away from laughing revelers and firefly embers and
I want to drown you, devour you, drain you to the last drop,
your honeyed sighs hot against my tined tongue
your heart fluttering softly in my palms.

September 13th, 2016

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