Lovers’ Moon

I bathe myself in lovers’ moon so that gardenia flowers will grow out of my temples

And lovers will circle my nipples

As if that will make more white roses sprout from my chest

You’ll remember me when you’re in the garden

With other flowers and perfumes

And an idea catches your nose and invites you over

You’ll remember me when you turn corners to see who’s selling melodies wrapped in

Painted cardboard

You’ll smell lovers’ moon and think back twenty years

Thinking we should’ve gone to the backseat so that we could speak and sleep and maybe whisper the daily news to each other

As you caress my thigh with your gentle violence

And you smile

So wild

At my indulgence

Kiss me

And bury your ancestry in my neck where the flower still blooms

Inviting nobody but you

 

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Ana Paul is a singer-songwriter based in both Port Washington and Buffalo, New York. She continues to work on her music while pursuing a college degree in psychology. Ana also founded the Undergraduate Poetry Club at the University at Buffalo and has hosted various readings throughout Buffalo. She is in continuous exploration of her childhood passions—singing, writing, painting, and exploring the realms of this realm.