Communion (poem)


The boy breaks
bread, and all I can think of
is her in the grave by the Seine
seeing nothing but black, crusty earth
cool against her white face—
smooth features that rise
like the body’s yeast

which broke
when the trough
filled with too much lust
burst through crevices
between her skin,
out of euphoria beyond
the boy’s touch

Her little lost jewel
gone to the grave, forever
taken by guilt.

— The Finicky Cynic

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