“Otherness, Confessed” by Sofia Demopolos

Concealed by a mosquito net,
We whisper frantic, fevered terms.
A look, a kiss, caress confirms —
The fragrant earth, so dark and wet —

What words have rendered unexpressed.
The din of birds and insects wanes
And waxes overhead. Remains
Of savage otherness confessed

Diffuse into the sluggish air.
Calescent tears upon my chest,
I soothe, I love, and facing west,
I feel your fingers in my hair.

Published in Penn Review Volume 46, Issue 2


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