Christina Cook
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Plum on the Tongue The night as coracle and pleasure, dark spice to spill into and drift wherever the wind decides. A woman sings a cappella, her reed-thin voice and vintage beads black under a moon slung low in the summer vineyard. On the hill, music. Laughter. Cassis and violets, plum on the tongue. I have been told too little of your breath has bloomed into silver. I have seen your song wane. I have seen it sour like wine. –published in Silk Road Review 5.1, Spring 2010 |