RYAN COSTELLO

 

If You Left Me…

"if you left me..."
her sundress around her knees,
inside out, and full of morning
in the bedroom mirror

     (sometimes when the moon is crouching
     wide and maroon on the horizon
     i stretch my arm out
     and swallow it with my thumbnail)

"..i guess i would love again, before long"
her hands curve fully on either hip
like flanking battalions, watching
carefully over an exposed heart

     (my fingers make one second trails
     finding their way between the grains;
     the sand seduces each wave by name
     to throw itself into the void)

a half pirouette finds the cotton
pushing off the familiar thighs and
flying into an ocean of little arcs
around her waist