Say it is

Say it is your arm down at your side long brown
darker in the crook that pulses.
Say it is your smile
all flush with teeth
and openness.
It could be about
your broad chest
or that charming
raise of your eyebrows.
Or it is none of these.
Not the familiar mahogany of your eyes

nor the pleasure
they take in shadows. Say this is a list
of the remarkable
I see
as I see you
hooked to a lazy open summer, bending through the arch
of apricot trees.


Published on Voice of Eve.