Aislinn Wilson


Darling, I will fetch a thimble

to sew you a necklace fresh with tongues,

to match the flame upon your crown -

broken, gnarled, bursting with light.

I have loved you

for so long.


When we met my feet twisted with lavender,

and I was yet to feel shame.

I knew not the dove\'s corpse

betrayed by corvidius kin.

So drown me in in Narcissus\' lake

where the gull

caws my name