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ripe peaches

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ripe peaches

last night i spent an eternity with my head in the lap

of a fine french boy and he was feeding me ripe

peaches from a terracotta dish the juice dribbling

down my chin and on to my bare chest when

suddenly the sea turned to steam as great red

trains of wildfire thundered towards us our

faces pouring off our bones, our smiles fixed

~ Stuart Buck


Stuart Buck is a BOTN/BIFFY50 nominated poet and artist living in North Wales. His second book 'Become Something Frail' was released to critical acclaim on Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku - the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.

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