I let the garlic grow
gloriously golden, let it melt
to a thready mess. I do
not tell anyone I have put it in-
they compliment my
tender meal,
they kiss.
Maybe they do not notice
their garlic-sweet breath
(I hope not,
snog, let love flow).
Or maybe they do not
know if it is their own
mouth which smoulders with it. Cold room,
warm lips. Kiss, kiss,
kiss your breath away.
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Sophia Papasouliotis is a poet from the south west of England. You can find her on Twitter at s0phiapap
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image: Jade Hawk is a meat popsicle.
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