Pace : A Bene Placito

By Tamsin Smith


if I could palm my way into

the glove of your sleeping self

you might see the literal

heart of me flash

immodest embassy

because this is how i arrive

like an acquacious animal

shedding raiment

like a too-tight shell

like a white flag

wrapped to a mast

like a dove denuded

cooing for peace

with pen

in place of branch

drawing pearls

from cyclone spools

to string a night

paced by frisbee moon

its lunar phases lifting

your waking face

(oh shimmering oasis)

there could be no more

perfect moment

than this

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