to see him drop, reducible, his lips
embracing box of black satin, pointe shoe.
It’s lonely, too, not you — performance
without the benefit of clothes, sinewed
statue, saline demeaning both of you
until you, leaning, offer him your hand. To brush
away these tears, he has to stand, subdued
only by love tempering an ancient lust.
He carries you up walnut stairs, inside
crimson canopy, chestnut curls, that fall
with flesh, upon a cream bedspread. Astride
he finds what’s nested, unmolested, small.
Beneath his body, first time, you will know
love catches you finally letting go.
Kristin Garth is a Pushcart & Best of the Net nominated sonnet stalker. Her poetry has stalked magazines like Glass, Yes, Five:2: One, Anti-Heroin Chic, Former Cactus, Occulum, Luna Luna, & many more. She has four chapbooks Pink Plastic House and Good Girl Games (Maverick Duck Press), Pensacola Girls (Bone & Ink Press, Sept 2018) and Shakespeare for Sociopaths (Hedgehog Poetry Press). She has another forthcoming, Puritan U (Rhythm & Bones Press March 2019). Her full length, Candy Cigarette, is forthcoming April 2019 (The Hedgehog Poetry Press). She has a collaborative full length A Victorian Dollhousing Ceremony forthcoming (Rhythm & Bones Press) in June 2019. Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie), and her website (kristingarth.com).