VAGUE LIGHTS

by - noviembre 20, 2021

 

Mujer sobre hombre. Colores y manchas
 Edvard Munch, "Knelende kvinneakt" (1921)
                                                 



without the rain       i undress the night myself

like the skin of bruised fruit      i can’t help but

push. there is no riot        of thunder slick & heavy

under the tongue,       no flood to cleanse     the sin

i wear as if        it is only a layer        of blush

on my cheeks, the colour of roses.          the colour

of august & my quiet       undoing. on the train

ride home, it felt good     to admit i was lonely.

to look out      the window      & see vague lights

floating      around each other    beneath the faint

glow of broken street lamps     just light dancing

with more        light, orbiting        the same circle,

taunting me       with bright mouths.     the world

goes on touching everything      except this strange

body of mine.       sick with longing,        i undress

the night       the way           a lover would. the way

an ampersand        curls into itself –      arms always

seeking, nothing                    waiting on either side.



DONNALYN XU (Sydney, Australia). "Vague Lights". Online:   https://www.palettepoetry.com/2020/05/11/vague-lights/

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