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.