Monday Poetry with Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: Conjure
You must feed something to become it &
My mouth was conjuring sweets,
Never missing a meal of you.
Desire that lingers on tip of tongue.
First I fed you with spirit.
Next my body, part by part.
In the quiet of communion
You bless and unburden me
the way even mountains become tender in the sunset.
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