movie

eileen myles

You’re like

    a little fruit

you’re like

    a moon I want

    to hold

I said lemon slope

about your

hip

because it’s one

of my words

about you

I whispered

in bed

    this smoothing

    the fruit &

then alone

with my book

but writing

in it the pages

wagging

against my knuckles

    in the

    light like a

    sail.