Amber

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
engorging —
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.