Thirst for ambrosia 

Luna m. Borne

You touched my wrist

while you were getting up

off the floor

while we were watching

a shitty movie, I don't think

I paid any attention

after that. I only could think of how much I wanted

to touch you, to stare at you,

to drink your beauty

like ambrosia made of

the fruit of Eden

blended to an unrecognizable pulp.


Touch me again, baby.

Make your love feel violating.

Touch my wrist

in the shower,

grab it and

press it against the wall.

Let your other hand wander,

let it grab what it wants to.

Let us lose ourselves and drown

in newfound desire.

For something intimate,

I have waited patiently,

sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce for you.


Luna M. Borne (she/he) is a third-year writing major at Ithaca College pursuing a career in writing. She is a bigender trans woman who pulls a lot of inspiration from her own life and her own experiences, such as her relationship with her ADHD and her struggle to connect with others. She primarily writes prose but also does poetry on the side. She grew up in Dallas, Texas and has learned a lot about the power structures that define society and hopes to communicate such ideas in future projects.