glut: a poem

bedsheets hooked
around the moon
we lay - 
for hours, then days - 
drinking in the secrets 
of the stars 
until we both were full.

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This poem was part of a larger poly-vocal project that I submitted for my dissertation whilst studying an undergraduate degree in English with Creative Writing. It was later featured online at litmag Severine Lit. If you want to read more, I share my creative writing on here from time to time.

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