Below the line, the temperate editor lurks
words in edgeways that never confine
the theme to direct for us, conversation
needs to be sublime, before subtexts can
emerge from a twist of that random lemon
bitter zest, acerbic, pillow scratching, backbone
against backbone, watching for subversion.
Heat from the matress sheets seeps into my hip bone
Prolonged weight transmits pleasure of the electric
blanket, below a duvet. One sided, unsatisfactory tropical
heat in a cold airy bedroom. Feet swim in top cold
exploration of polar reaches, of the other’s off half’s half.
Cold arches rub, move and warm toes as towards
sleep slips a muse, watching for subversion.
Shadows of tossled hair on a blank page
disguise an earlobe in a newly read verse.
Horizontal composition of vertical lines
of edgeways letters that nicely rhyme.
The hazards of a back lit, blank page.
Oberon wolf dreams, backbone against backbone,
in the night light, watching for subversion.
Oberon whistles by my shoulder nasally, pillow
bound puppy, some months accustomed to a
comfortable bed. Dog smells waft through nose
inhalations, elbowed as the cold hand writes
in pencil on a folded A4, ooh, an overheated hip.
Time to turn it off, and turn in. Unsatisfactory,
untropical subversion for the real Antillean heat.
Comment by Will Gentieu on April 13, 2013 at 9:33pm
Oh, but quite satisfactory,
this tropical version, not a lemon,
but a lime, drifts on warm gulfstream currents
from caribbean climes, to be washed ashore, perhaps,
at Oberon’s feet in a midsummer night’s dream,
of botanical gardens, lianas and bougain-
villea, spirits that flourish unbridled,
without glass, without walls in
the real Antillean heat!