First published in the Writers Victoria Writability Anthology ‘The Streets are Darker Without Me Here’
you
rumble
at my feet
tarring claws
inscribing imprints
a looming presence
moulding us like plastic
clay gravity the restless potter
that thumbs your supple creation
you wade tides warping flesh and space
sinking spines crumpling under compressed
time we stretch and squeeze at your stubborn
insistence the ever-controlling lover bending bodies
until all are distorted in your image the dosed infliction
whose intimacy unseals vacuumed lungs accelerating into
tunnel vision a grey scale the ringing soundtrack to our friction
light escapes you
I believe it is the only thing