1
an urban image from the eighties
when we hung out at Chez Madam Arthur
and at the back of the room
women wrapped their arms around
nights of ink and dawn
2
calendar of murmurs
vague caresses about the planet and its water
we could have confused words
but there were doors open
confetti in the midst of darkness
gentle ways
to swoon in a corner with she who
put her tongue in my mouth
3
focus on yes, on the woman's
eyelids
caress not silence not word
focus beyond. Hold me back
You are chosen TODSAY as The Poet Of The Day. CONGRATS dear Nicole!
Most impressive poem and so very touching (for me at least, it depends on the eyes of the.....) 5 Stars full
Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Nicole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Believer reviewer Kate Zambreno has praised Brossard's "lyrical descriptions of lesbian desire coupled with a continued meditation on language. Brossard conflates writing with lovemaking […] the poems forming a grammar of desire, like a diagrammed body." I like all her poems, amazing ones!