The way some fireflies
Hide within the grass
Faking the fluorescent signs
Of cold heat, I waited
To possess you, to consume you
Entirely, absolutely, as gravity
Bends star light, or vines relax
Over the necks of grapes,
This desire springs from the soil.
When you come and go, I feel
Like a burnt offering
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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