The tornado
whispers across
the green lake
heads for your eyes
so that when I kiss you
your body splatters me
with droplets of jade
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. He has recent/upcoming appearances in New American Legends, Toho Journal, and Chiron Review, among others.
Foxglove Journal 