Insect Proverbs by Melanie Browne

you see her in the street,
nadja with the chocolate eyes,
you have arabic  dreams where it rains sand 
and she feeds you red locusts 
you are too shy to speak to nadja with the 
fireflies in her hair,
you want to make love
under the jasmine trees,
but nadja refuses,
you follow her,
the vines clutched
tightly in your fists

1 comment:

bruce dorlova said...

this engaged all of my senses. i very much like its trance-like, dreamlike vision.


About Me

Black-Listed Magazine is an online literary magazine. We publish on a rolling basis: weekly, daily, sometimes hourly. Send submissions here: