Don Cellini

Issue #
11
March 24, 2019

Nocturne

1.

you move
from shower
into light

      *

water drips
from hair,
fills the hollows
of shoulders,

trickles down
chest and legs
on to the floor

      *

you leave
a puddle
and a hurricane

2.

the bow
drawn
its length

across a
single string
of the cello

      *

you press
against me:
the chisel and
the mallet

      *

window panes
shred
stars

crescendo
into silence

      *

outside:
moonlight
on marble

3.

asleep,
facing away

      *

a bolt of silk
unfurled

      

      *

the bell in the tower
vibrates, long
after the hour.

Excerpted from Nocturne

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