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Poetry | December 2013

Gestures

By Olga Livshin

Unbuttoning a man’s shirt,
your hands grow girly, careful. A methodical–
metaphysical?–awe for what’s on the other side.
Your fingers, usually  neurotic and quick,
unfurl the fabric, puppeteer-like,  slow-alive,
dance with the last button. Dinner was fine,
you got straight A’s in beef, and there is still time
for delicious blue air that flakes, filters in
to greet the solid panorama of someone’s chest.

Buttoning a one-year-old’s shirt for the night,
you know there’s no time, none left.
So it must be a cowboy shirt. Tuck it in-
to small jeans. There’s a man: watch him grin;
were you grinning yourself? With such panic you love
whatever temporal overlap you two will have.
What grins may come… How do gestures
birth men, anyway? And such solid ones,
golden-hued, singing softly in the crib.

No time, risking with every split
decision to not get it right,
you stumble into the bedroom, to the only person awake
at this hour, kiss him with an open mouth, into an open time.
Outside, every phantom of a wobbling night
is blue, every bit of it dyed.

1 reply on “Gestures”

Rennie Marie Neasesays:
December 6, 2013 at 8:15 pm

Wow! Just wow…

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