Eyelash kisses blinked at my pulse
Like the staccato flutter of newborn
Swathed inside my womb with two cupped hands,
We whispered secrets in one another’s
Dreams, and posted love notes attached
To Heart Winks.
Frogs and pollywogs chased puppy
Dog tails into cream soda sugarscapes,
Sweetened with candy-sprinkled
Snowmen pressed from cookie dough.
We dipped snowflakes in butter pour
And hung them on fir trees. You clutched
My hem and healed me.
Kevin Heaton was born in Council Grove, Kansas, and grew up in Oklahoma. He currently lives and writes in South Carolina. His work has appeared in a number of publications including Guernica, Rattle, Slice Magazine, Beloit Poetry Journal, The Adroit Journal, and Verse Daily. He is a Best of the Net, Best New Poets, and a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee.
Edited by August Wright