Our feet still breast-
stroke towards one other. Diving
into the duvet depths, sailing against
pilled satin sheets nubbed and bubbled
from kicking, calloused feet. I’d swim
an ocean’s yawn for you,
to the darkest leagues into uncharted
wetness where the frilled sharks sleep-
circle and the wolffish prowl.
Jessica (Tyner) Mehta is a Cherokee poet and novelist. She’s the author of four collections of poetry, including Secret-Telling Bones, Orygun, What Makes an Always, and The Last Exotic Petting Zoo, as well as the novel The Wrong Kind of Indian. Jessica is the owner of a multi-award-winning writing services business, MehtaFor, and is the founder of the Get it Ohm! karmic yoga movement. Visit Jessica’s author site at https://jessicatynermehta.com.
Excellent way to say one thing in terms of something else, what poetry does best. Thank you. I’ll look for more of your work.