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  Jun 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
a brush on a drum
it is not a beat

it is the sound
of movement

of wind and
whispers

it does not wait
but it wants to

be caught it
wants to belong

where it belongs
in a bigger picture

it wants a place
in your story

it wants to be
the connection

that creates
your meaning
Eva B Jun 2020
I remember this

the moon on the night we drive north toward Miami
our secrets overflowing onto the dashboard
between the white moon and black ocean emerges
my destiny this moment this motion

a door creaks open creaks closed in the woods
a threshold is offered for us to step through
I look to the tree tops and you follow suit
how beautiful you are
allowing yourself to fill

desire stands con terquedad
I felt what you meant before you arrived
  Jun 2020 Eva B
Kafka Joint
I was casually dressed,
Like someone who wouldn't look like obsessed,
But my eyes looked and betrayed me.
Eva B Jun 2020
broken toilet
flooding bathroom
humidity condensing on
beer bottles
tap water in plastic
rain

your clammy hand and
the sweat collecting at my chin
Eva B Jun 2020
Thank you for making me feel

beautiful
Inspired by the politically incorrect poems of Eva Aloezos. As a woman whose body has never been the embodiment of "beautiful" in the U.S., it feels strangely empowering to have someone express their desire for my body. This poem is not to say that women don't face discrimination on account of their gender, but it is to bite back at a taken-for-granted cultural rhetoric that vilifies men, certain masculinities, and expressions of male sexualities.
Eva B Jun 2020
I wanted to crawl into your side
missing the rhythm of your heart
spanning a bridge between our flesh
  Jun 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
if you take
all that I feel

tonight

and wrap it into
a ball of blue yarn

you could crochet
your own ocean

and drown in me
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