Inventory

Clémence Sebag

Inverted C of my Christian name,
the pink scar which joins a frown line
to the arch of your eyebrow.
Nail to skin, remembers
Until my brow mirrors yours.

Beauty spots like buttons under your linen shirt,
I play join-the-dots – lightly – lightly
lest they come unsewn.
Skin to skin, for luck
A dice-shaped five cast from your clavicle.

City night lights dancing inside lids wrinkled-shut,
my tongue sweeps sleep
from the corners of your eyes.
Nail to bone, I climb each rung of your spine
A thin veil of skin divides.

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This poem won third prize in the 2010 TLC-Literateur Competition

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