Between
I
Close in and distant, you had me
kite on the cord of your touch,
whichever way you moved
I was swept, arrested,
twin to your anthem.
II
Between question
and response, between poise
and disarray
in slants of London light
in the autumn voice of Joni Mitchell
mid-passage, on our walks
across Brooklyn Bridge
between one country and another
two zones to every hour
body in to body, that fit,
between the letting go and hold,
your hand all night upon my hip.
(c) Rhian Gallagher
First published, Bravado 15
Reprod...
Published on July 21, 2014 11:30