By: Jason Hyun Winchester
I.
It’s more than that
More than your hand
across my chest?
My words
can’t
You’re so quiet
when you twirl
my hair.
II.
Emptying the veil – the book of scattered hands,
and buzzing bees.
It is more than that.
It is unlike the Garden of Eden or the steps,
the cobblestones of Yorkshire,
and it is the blessing that
priviness to ambience the trees swaying because
it is more than that.
It is the tanglefoot waltz the moss eating the dance the blood of saints staining your dress,
the blood of martyrs.
You are a fiend, Love, and I am scum
more than that,
I cannot love.
Jason Hyun Winchester is a recent graduate from Southern Oregon University with a B.F.A. in Creative Writing. He's Korean-American, from Tacoma, WA, and writing his first short story collection about Asian-American and LGBTQA+ identities. His poems have appeared in Maudlin House and Prometheus Dreaming.
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