by Trevor Plate

plastic palm tree
shades the pink wall
envelopes of blue
and your bite
it’s
crocodile lust
on me like a fever
my oiled eyes

wrapped around your voice
these limbs/the ceiling
and the room gets more liquid
and we get more liquid
until we’re wetter than the rain.

Trevor Plate

Trevor Plate spent his childhood on the island of Guam. Halfway around the world now, he resides Minneapolis, MN where he continues to write poetry. His poems have previously been published by Five:2:One and in Boston Accent Lit.

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