American Culture · American Literature · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Lorie Howe

The music carves hot petals
through our bodies
in its ritual of tides
and light;
licks us open
from the inside
until we are night-blooming
jasmine
seduced by the moon.

— Lorie Howe, from “High Plains Solstice,” Cloudshade (Sastrugi Press, 2015)

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