movie
                                     eileen myles
You’re like
                 a little fruit
you’re like
                 a moon I want
                 to hold
I said        l     e     m     o     n           s     l     o     p     e
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
a     g     a     i     n     s     t           m     y           k     n     u     c     k     l     e     s
                 in the
                 light like a
                 sail.