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Feb 14, 2022

it’s intimacy in the trivial gestures; it’s the honey stuck

in your teeth, the indirect kiss of citrus. beloved,


the eyelash upon your cheek proposes a finite wish

and your lips graze upon my ear when you whisper, “beloved”


where the tenderness in my chest bears fruit to

a requited love letter, a sentimental notion of my beloved


oh, but love is dead, they had said—but latin tastes sweet 

on your tongue. you’re no stranger to dead languages, beloved


from a gentle touch, a single curled peel of a clementine

An outstretched hand, a piece of mine: for you, beloved.

Julien Padillo is a fourth-year Media & Culture major.

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