by Pippa Little

warmed from within
you thin
as I hold you up to light,

slow as aromatic malt
swirl you
to my mouth

so all my
vowels melt,
leggy silhouettes

that swell in your sweet
whole estates

forested continents
ooze me
out of dry wordlessness,

my dreams of extinction
drop by drop
I lap the grief

out of you
we meet
where the wound

seeps, where
want burns clean,
its own remedy.