Holly Amber Webb (she/they) lives in New York City and is the author of the self-published poetry books Am I the Villain?, From the River to the Sea: Poetry for a Free Palestine and Letters to a Lover I Have Yet to Meet. Their writing is featured in numerous literary magazines, listed at authorhollyamberwebb.com. You can find updates at her website and social media/substack (@) authorhollyamberwebb.com.
Lick the wine off my lips because everything I touch is golden.
King Midas ain’t got shit on me.
If I am golden, you are too.
Drink the ichor,
Tear me off with your teeth and
D
E
V
O
U
R
Me.
I don’t go zero to sixty.
I am the full 120.
Horsepower purrs out of me.
I expect all of this from you too.
If you aren’t Rome, then who the hell are you?
I don’t want Paris or London.
Start wars for me.
Burn cities for me.
Hide yourself for days in a wooden horse.
Make us immortal so that we can fuck in these bodies longer.
Sever your own achilles so that you may worship me more on your knees.
Conquer civilizations for me.
Kill Caesar for me.
You love me,
Et tu Brute?
Poetry in this post: © Holly Amber Webb
Published with the permission of Holly Amber Webb