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Last Kiss<\/strong><\/p>\n She landed, Her wings are a lattice of straw her eyes are a blessing of fear In her sleep there\u2019s a drone. He is dumb he is busy Her bill is still tender: the questions he has, they are interminable <\/p>\n Silas Gorin<\/strong> grew up in The Marches on the Welsh border and is now growing down, gracefully it is hoped, in Beijing. He works as an English examiner, and during his time as such he has gained an MA in linguistics. His work has appeared, apart from here, in zines such as Triggerfish Critical Review <\/em>and Mad Swirl<\/em>, and in magazines such as Orbis <\/em>and Monkey kettle<\/em>. He is currently editing a first collecton which will be published, one way or another, and pressed upon anyone he can find who does not recoil at the offer of free books of poetry. So be warned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Last Kiss She landed, her first hours totally floored. Away from the nest far away as a star. Her wings are a lattice of straw with lachrymal dope binding the pale rose-raw reed of her skin; her eyes are a blessing of fear thrumming the lids as she rests. In her sleep […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16294","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16294","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16294"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16294\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16780,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16294\/revisions\/16780"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nher first hours totally floored.
\nAway from the nest
\nfar away as a star.<\/p>\n
\nwith lachrymal dope
\nbinding the pale
\nrose-raw reed of her skin;<\/p>\n
\nthrumming the lids
\nas she rests.<\/p>\n
\nIt is her lover buzzing for his supper,
\nrude and prancing in putrid.<\/p>\n
\nHe is using her trouble
\ndissolving the meat.<\/p>\n
\nstill parted.
\nHe lands but to feed her<\/p>\n
\nnot of flesh, not of death,
\nbut of love:<\/p>\n
\nquestions of love.
\n <\/p>\n