Lauren Hynde
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Rideau Canal
You untangle your legs
from the twist of other bed-sheets,
although I imagine that they are clean
and crisp, as I have never made them;
I unwind from him, outstretch one toe
and fingers pointed like willow-slim branches
reaching for water, make a dive
for the door. We come together
to bathe in the borrowed shelter
of her bones of iron and limestone.
She dresses us in rags, in lake-weed
wrapped around sexes, transforms us
into freshwater myth, naiads bespangled
with droplets of moonlight. Below
the shift of her skin, our thighs flash
quick-silver—columns reflected
in the birch that line her flanks
and the fish that drift by, oblivious
to any indecency. In the confluence of bodies
that she wears, slipping one into the next,
they dream cool, piscine dreams.
You untangle your legs
from the twist of other bed-sheets,
although I imagine that they are clean
and crisp, as I have never made them;
I unwind from him, outstretch one toe
and fingers pointed like willow-slim branches
reaching for water, make a dive
for the door. We come together
to bathe in the borrowed shelter
of her bones of iron and limestone.
She dresses us in rags, in lake-weed
wrapped around sexes, transforms us
into freshwater myth, naiads bespangled
with droplets of moonlight. Below
the shift of her skin, our thighs flash
quick-silver—columns reflected
in the birch that line her flanks
and the fish that drift by, oblivious
to any indecency. In the confluence of bodies
that she wears, slipping one into the next,
they dream cool, piscine dreams.
Notes by the author:
Hi folks. Always fun to find a workshop, and I hope that I might join.
