May 20, 2017

One poem by Robert Beveridge


You've opened to me, flower.
I suck your sweetness, store
it in the pouch of my cheek
to bring back memories
at inappropriate times.

ROBERT BEVERIDGE makes noise ( and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in CircleShow, The Literateur, and Vanilla Sex, among others.

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