The Couple

In the moment after you switch off
your lamp, your skin casts the luminous
other woman you are into the dark.

You do not know to watch for her
at night when we lie in bed,
you under your blankets, me under mine.

She is the woman I’ve desired these long,
empty months we’ve kept our skin apart.
Every night her legs wrap around my hips

like two flames. We do not move.
Her touch is enough to ignite
the phosphorous man lying next to you.

Kip Knott | Mudlark No. 26
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