To Grace, before

by Jacob DeVoogd

 

Moisture of your navel split in two,

willing itself beyond the depths of alone

before it is mended, forged into a tone

louder than footprints.

 

Hellebore roses pleading with the glue

laced underneath your eyelashes,

yearning to taste mauve

before color explodes.

 

Moans have more to do with affirmation

than feeling, more latitude

than the ballooning goosebumps tinted on your breasts

that hope to, once again, outrun misappropriation.

 

Crowned nighthawk of your heart

I ache to grab before waking.

When lost is a single proton away from amber,

you are predawn.

 

Jacob DeVoogd is an MFA candidate at Western Michigan University where he serves as a graduate instructor. Born in Detroit, raised in Chicago, Jacob currently lives in Kalamazoo, Michigan.

Photo credit: Guillaume Delebarre via Flickr, all creative commons

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