by Allie Gove
His mouth finds holes in your brain, that tongue
bridges worlds between worlds and languages
A horizon foams at your mouth
drizzling honey-sapphire tattoos on your back.
His voice lifts blossoms of mulch
and wet paint
Allie Gove lives in Sacramento, CA and writes both poetry and fiction. She currently attends CSUS and is a board member at the Sacramento Poetry Center. Her work has been featured in or is forthcoming from The Fat City Review, Black Fox Literary Magazine, Words Dance, Milkfist, The Bookends Review, Miscellany and the San Diego Writers, Ink Anthology Volume 9.