Desirée

 

This poem was published in ‘The Black Mountain Review’ Issue 7 in 2003. Sadly, the magazine folded a few years back.

 

Desirée

 

Five thirty in the morning.

An electric fan cools the air

as I lie

& watch you sleep.

 

Your skin, so dark next to mine,

shines like liquorice

in this half-light.

 

Shutters closed

against the Caribbean dawn,

a mosquito net distances you

from your baby boy — orphaned

from his bed — asleep

on the couch

with your sister.

 

I am an interloper

in this house by the sea.

I can leave anytime,

 

& I will.

But while this morning

lasts, I will

lie & watch you sleep

& breathe the sweet smell of you

until you wake.

 

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