Elizabeth Smither

Two of a height like jardinières
on a dressing table filled with lavender
we turn into a hug to discover
how waists and hips curve like amphoras

a thickening, a slight jutting of bone -
you laugh, testing with a finger press -
still the same shapes, the littorals
if air is sea, our forms are shores

and how well in hugging we write
a yearly farewell and take a photograph
bones in ghostly flickering green
and flesh's warm fuzz of experience.

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Last updated 11 May 2001