Prize

I took you from bright water
Slipping through streetcars
Between meetings.
Gentle and poised in bright dresses

Coiled in warmth on afternoons
Where we had nowhere to go.
Tussling with the time until

You would uncurl
Your body from mine
And disappear with a quiver
Through the gaping door.

 

 

Prize originally appeared in the August 2006 addition of Nthposition