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under our duvet - elliot brodeur



Deep in the recesses of my lover’s soft covers 

We lie still and sweat-damp, peach soap smelling 


My lover’s pale blue eyes bat, and it hits me like one, too


I’m being dripped with hot wax kisses that cool and stick

It flushes us both


Lover traces desire paths into my skin, fingernails neatly trimmed 

I remember sucking them into my mouth, tasting a work of the flesh


Orpheus and his turtle-shell lyre, meet my lover and my lover’s fingers




Elliot Brodeur (She/They) is a queer poet located in Vermont. She’s scared of large crowds, a lover of knit sweaters, and displays a stunning lack of awareness over how loud she’s talking. They’re featured in Metachrosis Literary, Troublemaker Firestarter, and Bodyfluids. They can also be found shit-posting on twitter at @tigersateyourmom

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