mdb 080417 by nora selmani

​take me in your hand, i bend towards you, phototropic
your yellow heat burns through my stomach
rises up out of my mouth until i breathe it out in dimples
 
it’s difficult to imagine someone else feeling like this
hot-mouthed warming, warming, warming
pinpricked through white sheets, being eaten alive,
 
how wonderful it is to feel weightless
to not exist, to not feel the red of body
but yours so light it melts on the tongue like sherbet

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Nora Selmani lives in London and works in academic publishing as a marketing executive. She is co-editor of Porridge Magazine and a part-time witch interested in gender and diaspora whose work has appeared in Peach Mag, O GOCE, OCCULUM, and WIFIE amongst others. She tweets @arbnoraselmani.