Wednesday, 31 May 2017

the cool wind comes through me
like Jamaica

for T.M.

by Alexis Rhone Fancher


outside, it’s winter.
your life calls.

your wife calls.

you want to sail away.

turn back!

travel instead my aestival coastline,
throat,
collarbone, 
my perfect breasts
sloped like berms in December.

brave the Bermuda Triangle
of my hips
and my belly,

the delectable delta
between my thighs;

plunder those places
your wife won’t
let you go.

desire rules our ocean.
your body echoes my
perfume.

if she loved you as I do, 
you wouldn't be here.

I wouldn't taste like you.


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©Alexis Rhone Fancher. First published in ragazine, 2015

Alexis Rhone Fancher is the author of How I Lost My Virginity to Michael Cohen and other 
heart stab poems, (2014), State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies, (2015), and Enter Here (2017). 
She is published in The Best American Poetry 2016, Rattle, Slipstream, Hobart, Cleaver, The 
MacGuffin, Poetry East, Plume, Glass, and elsewhere. Her photographs are published 
worldwide, including the cover of Witness, Heyday, and Nerve Cowboy, and a spread in River 
Styx. A multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of The Net nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural 
Weekly. She lives in Los Angeles. Find out more at: www.alexisrhonefancher.com