Mone D. Moore


Raw and unrefined

Dark and sumptuous fruit.

He is the Floridian Summer,

Balmy and unforgiving in his touch.

He: the scorching pavement;

And I: a drop of rain, fizzling and sizzling

into steam that condenses on our bodies.

All moist earth and thunderstorms

I catch him on my tongue and savor his taste,

Organic motherland and thrumming heartbeats.

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