Poetry We're Under Fire

[Hannah Capps]

Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times, and still it will return.
-Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

What caresses a lover's kiss?
Something more, someone missed?

A hipbone smile or private grin?
a joyful laugh over tonic gin?

Pre-sternal notch, licked secrets bare.
Question marks a sordid affair.

Your cheekbones harsh against your skin.
Sweaty brows that heat our sin