MAG Poetry Competition 2010 – Shortlisted Poem
cats stretch out like pelts
to sip at pockets of shade,
too tired to twitch at passing flies.
Your coiled body gilds our bed
as our sweat drifts, pungent, mingling;
my foot in your hand
glistening like clay.
The clock’s second hand
trails like a stick along park railings
collecting the minutes and hours;
spiders slouch in silk cradles
among the whitewashed beams
their bodies fat on flies;
through the open window,
the spark of cicadas, legs like tinder,
so dry they could set this afternoon alight.
We glitter like a Klimt on these crumpled sheets
your green eyes flickering,
flickering like freshwater pools,
quenching my thirst.