to the light i married in the notre dame
your perpetual poise
runs tangentially to my curves –
the asexual arch of my back as i lean on the air in front of me,
my glances shaped like inquiries
i turn silver when i swim in you.
our intersection is a null point
stripped of momentum because there
life is void.
i watch you stretch and emanate
in the only space.
behold the apse!
we induce worship
without the echoes.
intent and impulse and invitation
lines are just an elaboration
of an irrelevant science
where colours have shadows when the light passes through them.
when it reverberates through the wires beneath your fingers
exposing me through some kind of
hum your life through my nerves once again
you are an artery
in a shapeshifter’s anatomy
it was thirty-five degrees today
summer started and nobody minded the stream
escaping through the corners of a smile
as summer felt morning burst over and over
beneath its bite that was the colour of turmeric
Montreal was pickled in chili-pepper brine –
the flakes are dead confetti on the shower floor now
uncrunchy once the rosmarin water is spent & shared
and i acquiesce to me melting myself off myself
slipping past the horizon
parallel the old baby bridge shining for the first time.
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feature photo by danijela stojkovic