Ben Farquharson
Diaphane (2014)
My love,
an August hour
blooming, shedding grey,
split a ruby flower
My love,
a lunar morsel,
swaying, tug of waves
sweet nectar through her torso
My love, a turgid trace
warm and wet the parcel
imbued
my helix strain
nestled
in her navel
sweet fabric
salty flesh
my love is elipsis