At Sea
I lie down upon the bed sheets and launch a sail between my breasts
above me I see the city
cobbled streets in the clouds
bars, bicycles, trams, cherry blossom
the hands of the man I love
always open to me and reaching down
I lift my head to kiss each finger tip
and the days go by like dreams.
While floating
I overheard something about self tan made from gold shavings
a painless tooth whitening solution and
leggings that would accentuate each soft quivering mound.
I should have written more in my profile
My boyfriend is a photographer not ‘my personal photographer’
we don’t promote our happiness though we have it and my curly hair is natural.
Lately I enjoy reading about women who have lost their minds.
Someone said:
‘am looking for an honest portrait’
yet I don’t want to pose
I like the filters that give me angel wings
but that is unimportant
I am a boat now.
(first published by Soft Quarterly 2021)
