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.

* * * * *

©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