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PreviouslyPublished in Bay Leaves
On the Shore at Holden Beach
Every body wants. The tongue licks
that last hint of sugar from lips.
Fingers rub satin clean from the blanket’s edge.
The soles of our feet sink into earth until the air
carries the odor of crushed grass.
Everyone wants more. The eyes
of the dying are wide open. The mouths
of the dying are wide open. The nostrils. The ears.
The hearts incessant: More. More.
Listen. A dark song folds the night clouds
into a clap of thunder. I will die.
There will be nothing
left but a wisp of smoke rising
from my open mouth like a Satin moth
wheeling towards the slow turning-
a kiss of white wing dust on my lips.
Previouslypublished in The Pedestal
Malaika King Ablrecht's newest book Spill was also published by Main Street Rag. Her poems have been published in many literary magazines and anthologies and have recently won awards at the North Carolina Poetry Council, Salem College and Press 53. She’s the founding editor of Redheaded Stepchild, an online magazine that only accepts poems that have been rejected elsewhere. She lives in Pinehurst, N.C. with her family and is a therapeutic riding instructor.