Poem for a Girl Number 2 (Honey, Pearls, and Poison) by Ian Smith

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Heads are hives
hiding soldiers
poisonous. Buzzed
below your ear
the skin is fuzzy

Words arise
around particular
grains of sand,
in my oyster's heart,
abet the births
of silent pearls.

My love wants your
to swim in. May
the currents of
unlikely moments
evaporate the flesh
I inherited.