Poetry
by Bahar Orang
recipes for breakfast
Spread your legs like apricot jam, homemade fresh and sweet As elsewhere-spring french-kiss me, with hot, mild, mother-tongue I’ll dance for you, like they do swaying hips, slow and languid like olives, round and rolling through red-lined lips crumbled body, feta between thick-bread-blankets Then – hold me steady, anchor these limbs these floating, fledgling limbs.
[Distillate © HA&L + Bahar Orang | {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]
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