1 Poem

by Romy Durrant on August 1, 2015

should I have given you my body
when I was bleeding

should I continue to give you my body
over winter

when I’m tender
I almost love you

we know because my body
contains you

feelings
passed to me
like steel balls
meet bath pearls
and gardenia steam

I have acclimatised
to these white hours

abstracted
my affections
to the point of despair

which layer is mine

is it skin
or warm water,
foaming