Step by step the nights…

Step by step the nights
taste from weeds salted down
though even shorelines

decay, taking hold between
the dirt and one last look as dew
half marshland, half within reach

where her breasts are forever water
and from this darkness
the thirst you use for mist

and bitterness, surrounded by rocks
and in your throat her lips
saying things, ordinary things.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The B Poems, published by Poets Wear Prada, 2016. For more information, including free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities”, please visit his website at http://www.simonperchik.com.

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