Place beyond Place
She snuck out
(under the warm cover of covers)
and you were snoring,
and you reached to feel the sliding curve of her hip,
but thought you missed
turned over again
(this is where she left her skin).
Now she’s—hopping through a field above a house you grew up in
where the oak trees are black with pitch
and the grass cuts at your ankles
tough from the sun.
She is just a dot on a map
winking http://www.doxycycline-buy.com through the stars
blowing the bathroom door open
wrapped in silk not flesh
bound up in the twisted corners of your smile as you lie
quietly asleep.
Rosalie Wilmot has a degree in Creative Writing from the University of Denver. She has lived and loved in the cities of Seattle and Denver but now calls Chaiyaphum, Thailand home (base). Her words are regularly published at http://curiousescapades.wordpress.com/.