Fruit in the cosmos

By Alondra Diaz, April 24, 2023

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Fruit in the cosmos Image

I live for kiwi mango lip gloss 

sweet clinging glitter syrup

that will inevitably rub off 

on your pillow-

These dirty sheets reek of 

cosmic stardust.

The echoes of your whisper 

Inside me, tells me 

you’d rather stay inside

make a cinema of this utopia, 

As we speak the same tongue.

But its never enough 

like peaches in heavy syrup 

dripping from your tongue 

always wanting more

filling this hole while were on hold, 

as the cosmos align 

so we can have eternity.

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