A flaming sword disappears
from the angel’s hands    We stumble
upon paradise in our fig-leaf
cloths	Your body lightens
unburdened and blame returns
to my mouth	Our eyes close
to our naked bodies and we forget
everything    saccharine withdrawal
    you disappear
into my body
wandering through
the fields	I remember
absence	the
animals roaming
unnamed	God
inhales and my dust
retreats into
the morning dew
Sam Mahone

Sam Mahone

Sam Mahone is a queer poet and former saxophonist. He has a BA from the University of Virginia, a driver's license from Oregon, and paints his nails in Washington, DC.
Sam Mahone

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