Published by Binge Press in Invert Sugar, a mini-chapbook. Photo by the poet.
IN THE DARK
Everything you ever say
in the dark I say in
the daylight but that
sends you scurrying
like a silverfish
for your moldy book
or a thick new tome
never willing to
face the poetics
of the night in the
light of the day.
Under the moon or
the starless velvet
skies I hear your
silken or hoarse
whispers of desire
flattering phrases
describing my limbs
my skin, my moist
proof of yearning
for your touch. When
I am moved to sing
these same psalms
in the morning rays
to you, to your
neck, your shoulders,
your smell, that
place you called
your bathing suit
area when we were
children together…
you need to read
and I am left to
sing my aria to
the window above the
sink as I make our
morning tea.
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