Telescope
You are an upward line
a vertical dash, binary
in the distance
and me the O, when you’re
striding towards me
I watch you, moving
undoing the day
leased, like someone else’s
you slide long seconds
into my lock-lens
let-loose, roaming
with your skin-scent
lick of the day’s sweat.
your shoulders slope
to this balance, bearing.
holding the angle tense
keeping the watching mine
your bent head dipped
your neck stiff
in its set towards me
flexed
the slow eye, determined
in missing mine until
your advancing step
reaches this
swung
door
dash
O
Wendy Orr has a background in teaching and leadership in Secondary Education and lives in Fife. She is winner of Mother’s Milk Books Poetry Competition 2014.
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