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For You

December 26, 2015

by Geraldine King


Your lips taste sweeter than ziisabaakwadwaboo[1] in the dead of winter

Your taste drips down my throat just like the sap that envelops the tree

Leaving me sticky, and warm and craving for more

I know I cannot want you, but that doesn’t stop me from having you

Our bodies wrestling down to the earth likes leaves fallen from the heavens

I don’t believe in God, but that doesn’t stop me from screaming his name

In pleasure, in sin, in disbelief, in ecstasy, in decadence, in lust

But not in love

Because once the winter is gone so is your sweetness

And I wait all year to savour you again.



[1] Maple syrup

Geraldine King is Anishinaabekwe from Kiashke Zaaging Anishinaabek (Gull Bay First Nation). Geraldine is a Master’s student in the Indigenous Governance Program at the University of Victoria where her primary research interests are centred on Indigenous erotica as viable resurgent governance praxis. Geraldine is the Managing Editor of Intercontinental Cry Magazine, a publication of the Centre for World Indigenous Studies.

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  1. December 28, 2015 4:40 pm

    Hi…Looking for contact info for Geraldine King. help. meegwetch.

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