Will Baker

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Brood

Will Baker

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Brood

Undress now, darlings, 
and I'll draw you 
an ocean of wine
with diamond isles
that will blind you(r sensibilities)
and degauss you(r compass),
so when you drift away - 
my pride of cherubim
in my deep sea -
you'll be drunk
and disconcerted
like how you came to me.

So when you find your cove,
treat it as a home,
rife with all the comforts
of a chapel
on a hot and wet summer day.

And when the marauders come
and you welcome them, 
heed the swell,
for no man
begrudges a lighthouse. 

Never, however,
feign guile
before a beast -
they will taste you(r ruse)
and the salts of (ab)use
and know you
as only I do.

But until then, I'll 
hold your naked bodies - 
my little pearls 
- and kiss your smooth skulls -
my little girls
- until you're sloppy
and sobbing
like how you came to me.

— 2010