for I have committed no sin,
sweet golden-haired Aphrodite—
though I do admit, I think of her
when moonbeams cast
violet kisses upon my face and
I wonder if my name
veins her palms
when she prays to you. This
is not a confession
but an offering:
my heart for hers.
Ivy Clarke is an emerging poet from Georgia, where she is studying Creative Writing and English Literature at Mercer University. Her work often explores trauma, queer love, and family, and has appeared in The Dulcimer. She is an intern at Macon Magazine and a preceptor for English courses at Mercer. When Ivy is not writing or reading poetry, she is drinking iced coffee and getting lost in her own city.