Kit Isherwood
his mouth was like warm champagne held me
by his tongue and wouldn’t release me
until I had released into him
the salted-sweetness he so craved concealed
behind some bushes the moon’s night a curtain
to the sensitive act of swirling and stroking
my palm resting on the back
of his head no direction needed merely
an acknowledgement that he was still there
that it wasn’t some kind of dream
so real you wake up and wonder
what had led you there down into the overgrowth
where the tress echo the lipbitten moans
where the body empties itself of the life it had retained
Kit Isherwood (he/him) is a twenty-six year old queer poet from Birmingham. He is a teacher by trade and a poet by nature. His poetry has been published by Verve in their Diversity anthology, Untitled: Voices, Re-Side, and on The Poetry Society. Most recently, his poetry has been featured by Ligeia, Queerlings, Fahmidan, Tealight Press, Dreich, Selcouth Station Press, Spelt and Acid Bath Publishing; with a poem forthcoming with Muswell Press. He is currently working on his first poetry pamphlet.