marcher dans l'eau

Turning once more to seize the night
i find an old weight
something's here around my hips
slung low and dark
washing up against my thighs

thread tied round my wrist
wavers and floats on its surface
opaline and sheer as I lift it
still dripping from a storm passed

i run my rings through the hole
my body's cut in this velvet
breaching around populous islands
where hair unsilken marks me unready
and unextraordinary in my sway.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

walk with me in the snow