illustration by Man Ray
by Christina Issa
Graciously featured on the Dead Beats Literary Blog.
intuitively, i am yours
without speech or gestures
of the body like plants
belonging to soil and
letters belonging to
words or the night’s embrace of
dark and a crowded elevator to
silence or like a song to
the lark and how foam
goes with an ocean
a cliff’s commitment to
its edges or how temptation belongs
to boredom or neurons
to our guts and how jokes
are to laughs and a sticky night
to the summer or cleanliness is to
baths and how a shadow goes with
light and like you, dances with clouds
