Thursday, June 26, 2014

A Poem by Sarah Thursday

The first time you kissed me
I should have seen it coming
You were animal-starved
pawing hungry at my hips
You were hurricane-tongued
bracing me against your mouth
I pulled up fierce to match you
claw for claw around your neck
I could not hear us breathing
deafened by your torrent eyes
I did not recognize the beast
devouring my skin like victory
I wasn't your prey or your prize
bound to be death-squandered
I had waited beyond time for you
to lay yourself down at my feet
I had hoped for honey sweet
and slow to drench my lips
with tenderness. But I
I should have known
Sarah Thursday is a music obsessed, Long Beach poetry advocate, editor of, and teacher of 4th and 5th graders. She is honored to have forthcoming or been published in The Long Beach Union, The Atticus Review, East Jasmine Review, Ishaan Literary Review,Napalm and Novocain, Mind[less] Muse, Pyrokinection, Storm Cycle: Best of 2013, and Mayo Review. Her full length collection, All the Tiny Anchors, is in the works. Follow her at

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