Very pleased to have this queer, romantic poem in Hyacinth Review. I rarely write romantic or racy poems, so it shouldn’t surprise me that I spent over five years picking at this. I felt sort of like Sylvia Plath, who was known to pick at poems forever. While I do a lot of editing, I’m more apt to file it than labor as I did this one. It is a strange little thing. I hope you enjoy it. Hyacinth Review is a gorgeously designed journal, is queer friendly, and it’s an honor to have work published with them a second time. They published some photos and other work in it a couple years ago. Read about it here.