Mudlark No. 42 (2011)

With 5 Feet of Air

His skin ripples with Egyptian sandstone
a cinnamon vase un-dyed silk flowers
a piano half-buried in granite.

We press our breasts against each other
sage sweater-vests linen pants and sandals
touch through shared resolve to typeset.

He leads my fingers within an inch of 
his daughter’s coral waist feels my breath take

in her stride through his surgical mask
through the sound of birds rapping on glass.

Nathaniel Vincent Mohatt | Mudlark No. 42 (2011)
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