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Come to me, girl,
in deltaic procession 
I will cleanse you first in bone-white salt;
fall with me to the loam,
and together we will lose what
history knows nothing of.

I will kiss you
on the mouth, and then with
a sweet-fingered caress
play a scherzo along your spine.

We dovetail.

Publication of this poem was made possible by a donation from Jessica Eanes. (Thanks, Jessica!) To find out more about our funding model, or donate to the magazine, see the Support Us page.



Adriana Tosun currently lives between New Jersey and Paris, but before that she lived on a schooner in Maine. Go figure. Her poetry has previously been published in Divine Dirt Quarterly.
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